See them boys?Them boys in the hood, they always hardThey like to holler at them boppers and lean in them carsGot that California good, they keepin' them jobsAnd they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the barLike the stones in the club, it's all the sameGot them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and woodWanna ride for the boss, they wishin' they couldTo the line for the boss, I'm wishin' you wouldI pulled up at the strip club, Brandywine Range RoverDid it last night, still got the hangoverDoc bought some change over, owe me for some bowsI say the ones and fives, like to throw them at the hoesBitches work the pose, titties out with G-stringMe, I'm in the froze, canary yellow pinky ringThe waitress servin' shots, she really is a freaky singSoon she gon' be dancin', nipples, tears, tongue ringI'm tryna get this young thing new on the jobI show her how we do things and keep * mildI put a dub in a bra, I sent it to BobAnd Bob's a big tricky, give her all of his wadShe 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 purposeYou can find me in the parking lot, take me out to runThem boys in the hood, they always upThey like to holler at them boppers and lean in them carsGot that California good that they keep in them jawsAnd they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the barLike the stones in the club, it's all the sameGot them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and woodWanna ride with a boss, they wishin' they couldTo collide with a boss, I'm wishin' you wouldWhen Billy had the Fowl Dog, D had the MustangMe and E, Feezy, seven-deuce cut thingSeven-one cut thing, seven-six cut thingWhites racin' stripes, loud pipes, let the beat bangNiggas had their game up, time to put the muscle inHit the block, flame it up, another part of hustlin'If it's stock, hang it up, do not want itIf it's rock, paintin' guts, ain't nobody touchin' themHittin' me a flick, I had to put the smash onBunch of ex-deals, black glove and mask onHad to get my cash on, steady gettin' lowI was spendin' 88 chips, now it's 94Gotta go to the toy store and cop me some wheelsSo cold that when I roll, I get them hoes to chillBeat the beat, I deal, ride that Cadillac stillXT's with DVD's and them new chrome grillsThem boys in the hood, they always upThey like to holler at them boppers and lean in them carsGot the California good if they keepin' them jawsAnd they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the barLike the stars in the club, it's all I shouldGot them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and woodWanna ride with a boss, they wishin' they couldTook a ride with a boss, I'm wishin' you wouldThey on the road with his boss, they love the way we flossHands before valet park, I miss the name and markIt's the spot right here, I sparksNiggas want it, I want it, I want it, I want itI'ma show you motherfuckers where my fuckin' heart isI'm still on hood, it's good, we in the hoodLike the scrapers countin' papers, murder rapHomicide cable, it's your nigga wood, manLeave a nigga over with wood, manBoxed up in some wood, manThem boys in the hood, they always upThey like to holler at them boppers and lean in them carsGot the California good if they keepin' them jawsAnd they bring their own drink, they don't buy out the barLike the stars in the club, it's all I shouldGot them strippin' bitches lovin' my leather and woodWanna ride with a boss, they wishin' they couldTook a ride with a boss, I'm wishin' you wouldI'ma show you motherfuckers where my * heart is