100,000 CDs at the top of my Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
I used to pull out Glocks, now I roll shotgun on Air Force One
Catch my crew on SunTel, we reppin' this up
They tellin' me to change my style, cause they don't make money
And I'm yas, I believe my residents ain't funny
I come to the west, I ask around on the streets
My homie, Leontay, puttin' it down on the beats
We hittin' the world hard, nickel and diamond is the strain
Up that game, home's fresh, Coach's magazine
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
SOGs are ridgin' and grindin', man, and we comin' back
This one goes out to my Uncle Crow
Yo, rest in peace, SOGs versus the world
Yo, we knockin' the beast
Servin' the East
Music like Burke in the day with my Trooper fiend
In the underground, I mainstream with my team
Everybody throw your hands high so I can see
Who's ready to get down with SOG?
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
What's your name?
Paul McFly
What's that game?
SOG
That's a name
SOG
What's your name?
SOG
Paul McFly
SOG
What's that game?
SOG
That's a name
SOG
That's a matter of fact
Who's comin' back with the platinum diamond track?
SOG knockin' back our hustle double-stacked
In that Cadillac, sit back, relax
Check the tracks, takin' the land
With my door, big battle lacks
I got that shot, gun brings sightseek
Bruisin' up the hot shoe, slangin' toe-beat down beat
Yeah, we bangin' on this concrete, I'm that chick
Second block, 714 to that 626
Miracles stirrin' the mix, hittin' the switch
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
What's your name?
Paul McFly
What's that game?
That's a name
What's your name?
Paul McFly
What's that game?
That's a name

That's a name
150 shows a year, yeah, we gunnin', man
Servin' the Southern, man, be part of the plan
Why these fat dudes be spittin' fire up the booth?
We runnin' and gunnin' it like a hundred proofs
They don't understand me, my own dogs think I lost my mind
We up in Hollywood Hills, we ain't hard to find
That Cadillac, sit back, relax, behind the walls and wait
We separated from these lazy dudes, we's don't hate
White House, Pennsylvania, have his way
That's where I'm headed
I said, been to the land of the lost, but their truth is embedded
And where's those comin' together like one Sam?
It's time we come together, who's ready to get down?
Devil tried to strike me out, but he can't find the evidence
I'm fightin' for souls, they fightin' for their presidents
Everybody throw your hands high so I can see
Who's ready to get down with a *, yeah
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
100,000 CDs at the trunk of my Cadillac
Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac, Cadillac
What's your name?
Call up Frank
Who um that guy?
That's her name
What's your name?
Call up Frank
Who um that guy?
That's her name
What's your name?
Call up Frank
Who um that guy?
That's her name
What's your name?
Call up Frank
Who um that guy?
That's a name, What's your name?
Halifax, What's that game?
That's a name, What's your name?
Halifax, What's that game?
That's a name,
We'll see you next week.