Play ya
Where you at
All my ladies
Throw your hands up
It goes one, two, three, and four
Once upon a time there was a place to grow
Where my streets over here was a crackin' thing
Gettin' drunk, havin' fun, and we all the same
Through the streets, get it high, cause the bully pop
Must've seen a hundred hoes in the parking lot
Damn, I remember, can we get that back
When we used to blaze a sack and * didn't crack
Where the parties over here were filled with haze and hoes
And girls gettin' drunk, takin' off the clothes
South side, west side, east side, in the house
Everybody got heat, but ain't nobody goin' out
Yeah, it was a good feelin'
And everybody was paid, cause we was dope dealin'
I remember the hoes, the cars, the foos behind bars
I remember, I remember
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfood
Baby, let me know
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfood
Baby, let me know
Throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And wave them all around like you just don't care
Pistol grippin', east side dippin'
Middle finger flippin', never cause slippin'
It ain't nothin' but a old town party
Gangsta ass homies, brown pride
OG's angel dust tokin'
We ain't jokin', lil' homie, why you chokin'?
Glock 9, smoke a gun, we ain't jokin'
It's 20-0 on stage, throwin' it up
From the bottom to the top, it's so rough, so tough
From Pico to Lydia, Azusa to Puente
I put it down for the hentai
The homies, P-B-P-1-3 on the mic, rippin' it up
Lil' D got the crown in the back, rollin' it up
Diablo from the air on the side, we'll find freaks
Trouble's knockin' fools, I'll put him to sleep
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfood, baby, let me know
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfood, baby, let me know
The joint, the joint, the Yaskas on fire
We don't need no water, pass the motherfuckin' wire
I'm on high to the ceiling, high as a kite
5150 on the kamikaze, flight lights, I go to sleep
Rest your head on the floor, meet my little friend
A chrome 44, Steve Ayala, that's my homie
Shootin' craps, shootin' craps
Mumbos and shadows, sportin' the P-hat
I put it down for the homies
Worldwide, throw them like Lhasa
Brown pride, don't hate me
Cause I'm a brown bowler, blowin' up my Lhasa
Like I'm the godfather
Tattoos, bald-headed fools
Fox 11 News, Stacey had a blue square
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfood, baby, let me know
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfruit, baby, let me know
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfreak, baby, let me know
Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good
Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood
If you rollin' 23's, homie, let me know
If you a bad superfreak, baby, let me know
California, all the way to Arizona
It ain't nothin' but a party, baby
San Antonio where you at
Las Vegas gangsta
Shootin' crabs
Salt Lake City
Put them hustlas on the map
Houston, Texas
Albuquerque, New Mexico