(Intro)

Westside

East, to the fuckin South

Gangstas



(Verse 1)

Hoo-bangin like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all

Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog

The khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis

2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John Gottis

See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride

But I don't see nothing wrong, so I hit and shake the spot

G's from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk

>From the trunk to the ear as the 12 vegas bump

I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc'

Chronic got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke

Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons

Cut the braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I'm schemin

It's action-packed shit for your whole fuckin clique

West Coast G's ain't the niggas to be fuckin with

S.C. Cartel dwells in the slums slangin crumbs

Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel hum

BiAtch



(Chorus)

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through L.A., what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through CHICAGO, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me



(Verse 2)

Rollin in a low-low but I'm not solo

My heat is a H.K., underlay the plus A

Cappin your ass quicker than a G

So that's who I rolls with when I'm twistin D's

My dress code's casual, you know the routine

Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella clean

My low-low's wet, so what's next nigga

I can hit a switch and make you wreck nigga

Fuckin with a young vet nigga

Ain