awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us
the street scrapin the bumper
wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday
dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
diggy daz a busta ain't had enough against
rough and rough but it's never too much
kurupt and daz on that ass
we clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
this ain't back in the day
you get taught and sprayed
ak front to the back cause we hard to fade
we attackin it plus we swarmin
to rumble in the jungle like ali and foreman
on the daily homeboy we be givin it up
flippin stickin fools for chicken
scrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbird
me and my homegirl diamond
down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
california lickin switches a couple toys
retirin? a couple jerseys
went from the sunny state to jersey
off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
gangster daz and kurupt let loose
cock your heat or spit wit us
i'm tired of this i'm tired of that
up and down stairs beats everywhere i go
on the corner chippin the curb and any busta
get close enough we servin
rippin it up fool so you better beware
you and your all crap crew get bruised up
i'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
and pay dues and now i'm livin the life of crime
tec nines blast or hit em up