See them boys?
Them boys in the hood, they always hard
They like to holler at them boppers and lean in them cars
Got that California good, they keepin' them jobs
And they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the bar
Like the stones in the club, it's all the same
Got them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and wood
Wanna ride for the boss, they wishin' they could
To the line for the boss, I'm wishin' you would
I pulled up at the strip club, Brandywine Range Rover
Did it last night, still got the hangover
Doc bought some change over, owe me for some bows
I say the ones and fives, like to throw them at the hoes
Bitches work the pose, titties out with G-string
Me, I'm in the froze, canary yellow pinky ring
The waitress servin' shots, she really is a freaky sing
Soon she gon' be dancin', nipples, tears, tongue ring
I'm tryna get this young thing new on the job
I show her how we do things and keep * mild
I put a dub in a bra, I sent it to Bob
And Bob's a big tricky, give her all of his wad
She over there smilin', laughin' and wigglin'
He came with them Benjamins, ass just a-jigglin'
Me, I'm just a-gigglin', about to be on purpose
You can find me in the parking lot, take me out to run
Them boys in the hood, they always up
They like to holler at them boppers and lean in them cars
Got that California good that they keep in them jaws
And they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the bar
Like the stones in the club, it's all the same
Got them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and wood
Wanna ride with a boss, they wishin' they could
To collide with a boss, I'm wishin' you would
When Billy had the Fowl Dog, D had the Mustang
Me and E, Feezy, seven-deuce cut thing
Seven-one cut thing, seven-six cut thing
Whites racin' stripes, loud pipes, let the beat bang
Niggas had their game up, time to put the muscle in
Hit the block, flame it up, another part of hustlin'
If it's stock, hang it up, do not want it
If it's rock, paintin' guts, ain't nobody touchin' them
Hittin' me a flick, I had to put the smash on
Bunch of ex-deals, black glove and mask on
Had to get my cash on, steady gettin' low
I was spendin' 88 chips, now it's 94
Gotta go to the toy store and cop me some wheels
So cold that when I roll, I get them hoes to chill
Beat the beat, I deal, ride that Cadillac still
XT's with DVD's and them new chrome grills
Them boys in the hood, they always up
They like to holler at them boppers and lean in them cars
Got the California good if they keepin' them jaws
And they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the bar
Like the stars in the club, it's all I should
Got them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and wood
Wanna ride with a boss, they wishin' they could
Took a ride with a boss, I'm wishin' you would
They on the road with his boss, they love the way we floss
Hands before valet park, I miss the name and mark
It's the spot right here, I sparks
Niggas want it, I want it, I want it, I want it
I'ma show you motherfuckers where my fuckin' heart is
I'm still on hood, it's good, we in the hood
Like the scrapers countin' papers, murder rap
Homicide cable, it's your nigga wood, man
Leave a nigga over with wood, man
Boxed up in some wood, man
Them boys in the hood, they always up
They like to holler at them boppers and lean in them cars
Got the California good if they keepin' them jaws
And they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the bar
Like the stars in the club, it's all I should
Got them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and wood
Wanna ride with a boss, they wishin' they could
Took a ride with a boss, I'm wishin' you would
I'ma show you motherfuckers where my * heart is