Zzzzz, Zzzzz,Zzzzz, Zzzzz, Owwwwww
  
  Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
  Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
  Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons
  
  [Kurupt]
  I been all around the world, Japan to Aamsterdam
  Hittin like switches
  Dippin, Hit the switches, which is
  One reason why I gotta make mine
  Cuz these fools on the street tryin to take mine
  Wassup ladie
  Times gettin shady
  You gotta lipstick wit it
  Thats why I'm sick wit it
  Hard to maintain in this world of pain
  But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of caine (check it out)
  Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
  But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
  Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee
  Just ride with me
  Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez
  Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's)
  Dippin down Shaw, fuck all of y'all
  As i bounce rock skate on threes
  
  [Chorus]
  We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
  cuz since I came and you know (x2)
  
  Verse 2: Baby S, Kurupt
  
  [Baby S]
  Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine
  Livin life in my rear view
  S, nigga hear you
  About to drop the bomb
  Record one and blue calm, and Yukons
  And John hook my shit up bomb
  Who controllin?
  Rollin with my nigga from the Pound
  Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
  Make me feel like a G one more
  He once smoked
  For free, now its all about the G's and me
  
  [Kurupt]
  Oh yeah!
  Blaze up a whole sack to the head
  We wear khakis nigga, FUCK jeans
  I'm sure all the G's know what I mean
  Lil locs, young g's and og's
  We on the smash for cash and thats it
  We hit the stash and dash and thats it
  We don't flash we mash we blast shit
  And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh
  
  (Chorus)
  Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga (x8)
  Why you trippin wit me?
  Won't you kick it with me?
  By my glock
  Combinin nots
  I got me somebody mad as shit
  While all the rest of yall is mad as shit
  I'm dippin down the street in a skyblue Bently
  Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
  Ten of the homies made a left
  But they all ride with Kurpt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh
  
  (Chorus until fade)