| Soopafly on the track |
| It’s real big tonight |
| (How big is it?) Soopa' big |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| Hands in the air, if you really wanna party I’ll take you there |
| Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| I love to see, everybody wanna party with a D.P.G |
| Take a toast and we can get ready for the good part |
| Here we go again, Crenshaw Boulevard |
| Hittin' switches in the fours again |
| Time to go Spring Break shoppin' and get some clothes again |
| All eyes as we rollin' in under the influence |
| Hit the Beverly Center |
| The Hennessy and mystic mixed with this indo got me lifted |
| O-Dizzle with the bomb dizzle, let my nizzle Bizzle twist it |
| Be legit and stack, now let me hit it |
| Ladies chase me and busta’s scheme |
| To see me caught up in the twist is a busta’s dream |
| We too fly when we cruise by |
| Me and my Westside riders and plus my original squad |
| In PA sippin' E&J |
| Dippin' the everyday Chevrolet’s candy painted |
| Got my eyes wired shut |
| Kick back for a minute, let my high rise up |
| I can’t be faded, tough guys wise up |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| Hands in the air, if you really wanna party I’ll take you there |
| Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| I love to see, everybody wanna party with a D.P.G |
| Take a toast and we can get ready for the good part |
| You wanna party with a D.P.G.?, then come and holla at me |
| I’ll be up at DoggHouse with all the homies |
| Poppin' my collar happy, doin' it big as ever |
| In the City of Angels, Devils, and pretty weather |
| The 'Shaw packed with bumper to bumper traffic |
| All bouncin' and 40 ouncin' |
| Hydraulic with it, alcoholic with it |
| Bumper paint and polished, demolished |
| But we ain’t trippin', we got heavy wallets |
| Sittin' on dubs, rollin' on three wheels |
| On the four with mugs, on the four with big wheels |
| Just breezin', and all the non-believers eventually gon' end up believin' |
| Roscoe Desoto the brown bomber, Philly Phanatic |
| Automatic packin' with my khakis saggin' |
| Philaphorn-I-A, Y.A., where everyday is Friday |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| Hands in the air, if you really wanna party I’ll take you there |
| Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| I love to see, everybody wanna party with a D.P.G |
| Take a toast and we can get ready for the good part |
| You know the Young Assassins gon' get it crackin' |
| Everytime we mashin' - runnin' 'em up, actin' a straight nut |
| When the yak in my cup spills, I get a refill |
| Enemies plottin' on me, y’all better keep chill |
| I put it down like a G supposed to |
| And show you somethin' that only a G could show you |
| Makin' all the cheese, leavin' mice with tofu |
| Young but I’m cool, laid back and old school |
| Come here girl, let me show you how to G walk |
| And maybe after we could sneak off |
| I’ma — talent scout with a casting couch |
| If you ain’t got no talent, ya gotta get out |
| Let me rock the breezies one time with my raw rhyme |
| I’ll show 'em how to do the snake with they jaw line |
| I’m D.P.'d out, with every piece of love in the club 'bout to follow me out |
| And they all mine |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| Hands in the air, if you really wanna party I’ll take you there |
| Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere |
| It’s that time again, we in the place to be |
| I love to see, everybody wanna party with a D.P.G |
| Take a toast and we can get ready for the good part |