[Intro]
Cmon, West coast baby!
What's the business? Yeah
What's crackin?
Capital city, Boy
Y'all know what I mean?
Uh

[Chorus]
Everybody stand up, If ya real in the spot and ya feelin the knock, Let's G-O
Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up
Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up
So what ya body scared of? If ya still in the mood and ya feelin the groove, Let's G-O
Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up
Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up

[Verse 1]
Sauced out, Bossed clout, Dawg, We clutchin' the game
We tear the block up for the product, We hustlas, Mane
We pick up and choose different moves, You cuffin a dame
Glistenin jewels, We dip in crews, You stuck in the game
Steel metal, Real ghetto, Ain't lustin' for fame
Cali boys, Khakis wit the cuffs and the chucks for the bang
Fresh off the block, Where the pots rock others to slang
And if you trip, Ya get the whole clip stuck to ya brain
Classic whip, Wit the chrome dip huggin' the frame
Captivatin strips soon as it touches the lane
Hog mob and I'm in love wit the game
Before I change, I'll put a thang to my jugular vein, nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm flamin steel, Hang wit the crips cause the game is real
And the cutless in the color of the guts is the same as skrill
Believe tucked is the stainless steel
Should've never gave the Yankee Doodle Gang a deal
We keep grips on the hip, But we came to chill
If ya trip, We pop somethin, And it ain't a pill
Dawg, I'm seven miles west in a Sedan Deville
And it's plush from woodgrain to grille
Where we at homie, It's heartless and bangin still
And wit the pistons, we get active like Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal
Even the cops ride and aim to kill
One life, How could I not strive to gain a meal?

[Chorus]