Yeah,
I see up in here boy.
Got my man Hot Dollar in the house,
you know what I'm saying?
J-E-L, rhyme poetic mafia up in here.
Got Mr. Westside in the place,
you know what I'm saying?
Straight laced hustlers in the house.
Yo Westside, tell them how you do it baby.
Cranking up my Alpine.
18 inch false gauge pumping jealous niggas on my mind.
It's my cash, my dollars, my paper.
Hit the lick, now suckers wanna pull capers.
What you think all my cats is for?
But ain't got no rock wallers by the door.
Bring your ass on in, friend.
Counting my currency.
Feel frog is bleak out of the blue.
20 Mac 90s. Mind on my money.
Still trying to * that bitch, Shaniqua.
Out of the valley cause I used to love you.
My money is acting funny.
But * you, yeah.
Bouncing on these bitches like 18 switches side to side.
Front three with motion.
So dandy feel sliding like lotion.
Out of the central.
Up into the hills with my kids.
Niggas gonna be bouncing down but squeezy.
Took it easy with the heezy under the TV.
With your domo money rolls,
money rolls on your dome.
Moving on prone and gone.
Nigga I can't lose as I ooze up and down these tracks.
Cause the blues has got me feeling like a rackpack and a killer.
To the ceiling with my high,
I fly in no direction.
From the red line contact section.
I'm fearing for my connection.
I'm fearing for my erection.
So they put me in corrections and tried to
neglect the fact I'm trapped in my existence.
But even from a thousand yard distance,
I'm seeing right through you with that mad dog glance.
With that gangster stance and with them sagging pants.
Come take a chance.
Would you like to dance in the infrared trip light?
Unasked and unexposed and don't make me blow.
It's hot to the dollar, baby.
Ain't no joking.
Plus my face on blow.
So I gots to make a statement.
I'm on my third strike.
I'm rolling on the bike.
I'm asking all y'all niggas what that cop sound like.
Before I gots to pull a five for the day.
Why?
Niggas gonna be bouncing down the street.
To the BZ with the heezy under the CZ.
With your dome on money rolls.
Money rolls on your dome.
Moving on prone and gone.
Man that SA's rolling * I know what's up.
I'm cold hitting back streets and ripping gangster cuts.
Oh yes, I floss daily.
* I represent.
And straight showcase my D's on the hot cement pan.
I'll tell you if your locality ain't no joke.
Cause the smoke on the west coast is in those smokes.
So don't slip for a second.
Get played like a hoe.
Oh, don't make me bust in Bronson mode.
I'm for mad lingo.
Making mass appeal.
When you can ask anybody if my click pack still.
Cause no matter where I flow,
brothers pay the cost.
And that's why they're gonna tell you that I can't be tossed.
Man you're getting on my nerves and getting on my skin.
But you can't win.
Listen to the Mexicans.
So don't talk about me cause I work your son.
But the crazy thing about it,
I will need my gun.
Niggas gonna be bouncing down the street.
I'm crazy, took it easy.
With the heezy under the CZ. With your dome on money rolls.
Money rolls on your dome.
Moving on prone and gone.
Buses can't even see the ice as I flex.
As you couldn't afford the Benz.
So you had to buy the Lexus.
But hot impalas are the things that I ride on the weekend.
Lock it up.
Watch my custom drive shaft bend.
Square dumps in my trunk.
Lick it once.
Watch my front end fly.
As I skate on by.
On them 520s. Money titanium scrape plates.
Drop the ass like your block up shown up.
I got the cute trunk.
Hook up with four pumps in the middle.
Hits your corner looking like a damn tricycle.
Hit the pancake.
Let the butter lay on the ground.
And get on out the ride and clown.
With my homies on the corner in South Central California.
You couldn't get more real if you wanna.
I'm gonna let you know that when I roll this on triple dose.
Front seat for my homies.
Back seat for the hoes.
Niggas gonna be bouncing down the street.
Just be zee with the heezy under the
CZ. With your dome on money rolls.
Money rolls on your dome.
Moving on prone and gone.