| Whaaaa… |
| Drizzle, California Hot Boy makin' it sizzle |
| Yadadadada |
| I’m a roper smoker, love to yoke a, chevy when I’m ripter |
| Used to post up on the block with dope I got from Victor |
| I go nuts, do donuts when I’m full of that liquor |
| Get hoe bucks man so much I ran game and pimped her |
| My thang thang got twisters, two sets like sisters |
| Davins, and choppers there’s no stoppin Mister |
| A California Bear, all up in your ear |
| While I’m playing with your hair, bitch I’m a player |
| It ain’t fair, niggaz like me is rare |
| Hard to find, you might not find one like me anywhere |
| You can search tall trees, the bottom of the seas |
| Nigga please, they don’t make them like these |
| Huh what you say, you gone do what? |
| I murder, get further, in my coughnut |
| Geeks I chew up, in the streets I grew up |
| I run with niggaz that’ll peel a nigga for a few bucks |
| I’m sewing thangs up, got the game on lock |
| Give you an E for effort, but it ain’t no knock |
| Man this thang don’t stop, I’m all night like Denny’s |
| I’m countin' thow-wows while you scrapin' for pennies |
| I’m tight like two hemmies, dope like two gremmies |
| Put a dub in the blunt cause I don’t like them skinny |
| Mafia like Benny, I offer ya some remy |
| Playboy, from the bay boy |
| I sav lav, ya hear me? |