we ballin

cali-forn-ia!

it's about that time

it's the new row

and i'm at ya

let the hogs out

these nigggaz is wilding. i gets down with it

smoke a whole pound with it

microphone terrorist it's all on the bounce with it

fo' pound spit it

yeah its heat to your dome

like what you said nigga

if it's on then it's on

i'ma smash on sight them niggaz who want beef

with my row chain hangin' and swangin' all wide

g

niggaz know me

the e-a-s-t

i rep the west g

cos we the best see

now let me see you walk to it

skip to the left

skip to the right keep

walking all night

sixty fo's hop

bounce roll twist g's

and all my niggaz keep smoking

roll them trees up

to all my niggaz see-sawing

we ballin'

tweny inch chrome on the wheels street-crawlin'

heavy in the club smoking dub we ballin'

throwin up tha west on tha row shot callin'

nigga get yo back up off the wall and keep it gangsta

cos creepin' and walkin' across my flo' will get yo back rubbed

and you don't want that

i get caught with one gat

that's my playa-hater locater like where the punks at?

niggaz got em' all like

steppin' through the club in them gator shoes

whinies

fuck you

fuck you!

we get rid of y'all

crooked i's with it all

did it all

spit it all

paper we can get it all

c'mon hop

roll skate twist bounce

get out of them phillies and blaze an ounce

i bring the bounce to your lac

hit it front and back

i'm g'd to a tee cos i like it like that

nobody got game colder than me

i call a dumb nigga the lil holme's even though they older than me

cos mentally i'm twice my age

my mind contains

priceless game

wisdom for weeks

advice for days

the nights the braids the lights the stage the nine the gauge

the knife the blade the live grenades the heists the raids

this gangsta life we made

the price we pay

give us paper

we might behave

you know?

you try to invade

inside of a grave you go!

in spite of the ways

this rider remains to grow

+uh oh+ nigga one rifle blastin

that'll make you spinnin around like a young michael jackson

the lbc and me

gangsta walk when we up in the party

you gangstaz talk shit and your body catches three

the c-r double o k-e-d

motherfucker

westcoast. we ballin'

shot-callin'. crooked i and that young nigga eastwood

representing the new westcoast

you know?

weenies

dig that! all in yo mouth with it