We're hoodlums in the hit parade
Styles so fly you just can't fade our moves
they are so different
Got gold chains bearing our names on them
Four finger rings that'll bring you to your knees
and speak softly
and cash flow coming out our ears
Player haters must stand clear tonight
A very special night

and all the people say, and how they love us so
and all the women want, and how we set the way
Hoodlums in the hit parade
Coming on strong, we're here to stay
Hoodlums in the hit parade
Style so real you just can't fade

We're not obviously eloquent
nor have positions in the government
What a shame
cuz we got game
Ten to one let's have some fun
Let's look to God and raise our guns to the sky
from which he comes
We're gonna take a cruise in our souped-up hoopty
Dropping knowledge that is true be known
with a pull from the crone

Got a 40 in the back gonna get me on point
be blazing trees until a forest of ganja is burned
Yo, kid, that's my word
We be slamming at shows cuz it is the Lord's plan
that our rhymes are the jam and we always kick the flow so dope
when we're keyed up on coke
Big pimpin' at clubs then the shorties
they be sippin' on some sizzurp until they get lit, like whoa!
That's how we bag the fly