(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
Ain
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