| Lyrics: | (Intro)
Westside
East, to the fuckin South
Gangstas
(Verse 1)
Hoo-bangin
like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all
Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog
The
khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis
2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John
Gottis
See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride
But I don't see nothing wrong, so
I hit and shake the spot
G's from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk
>From the trunk to
the ear as the 12 vegas bump
I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc'
Chronic
got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke
Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons
Cut the
braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I'm schemin
It's action-packed shit for your whole
fuckin clique
West Coast G's ain't the niggas to be fuckin with
S.C. Cartel dwells in the
slums slangin crumbs
Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel
hum
BiAtch
(Chorus)
All day everyday I don't give a fuck
Long as I got on my
Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through L.A., what do I see ?
A gang of mo' niggas
dressed just like me
All day everyday I don't give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis,
T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through CHICAGO, what do I see ?
A gang of mo' niggas dressed just
like me
(Verse 2)
Rollin in a low-low but I'm not solo
My heat is a H.K., underlay
the plus A
Cappin your ass quicker than a G
So that's who I rolls with when I'm twistin
D's
My dress code's casual, you know the routine
Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella
clean
My low-low's wet, so what's next nigga
I can hit a switch and make you wreck
nigga
Fuckin with a young vet nigga
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