[Intro: AMG]

We're so official; can we get with you?

Pussy so bomb like a missile (BOOM!)

Last nigga hit you

He was so gone that he still needs a tissue

Is this an issue?

I'm on the block, taking your spot

Niggas been itching to drop

Too many bitches to pop

Money to get

I am the, I am the shit



[Verse 1: DJ Quik]

Up in a shiny Range Rover (ALRIGHT)

With a spinnin' hangover (ALRIGHT)

Last night I had three bad mamis on molly underneath me

I got up and broke this thang open (WOOP, WOOP, WOOP, WOOP)

‘Cause they respects a G (THEY DO)

And after that, they erects the D (THEY DO)

She my bat catcher…and I'm tryna pitch

The whole nine innings, I ain't tryna switch

‘Cause it's the Eastside, Northside, Westside, homicide

Dancefloors burn like you went and got a perm

My music get you high enough to run from Big Worm

Dancefloors burn like you went and got a perm

But before I give you music you can't use

I'd rather walk in fire but without my shoes, ha

I ain't a punk, I just love perfection

Simon Cowell on the guns, bullets go in one direction, uh

I slap the shit out of a bitch ass nigga

Running your mouth and immediately mad nigga

You wrinkled up, kinda sore

With a cheap suit color of manure…GET ON

I'm on some shit right now

I'm ‘bout to stick my dick up in your bitch right now

You come to Compton, you could smoke with DJ Quik right now

I'm on Rosecrans

Headed back from the city to the studio with keys to let the hoes in

But when they mob in, yo, they awfully overdressed

What the hell you do in those pants? (Those pants…THOSE PANTS)

Let the background sing, background sing

While I'm in the background doing background things

Back it up, make it do the back down thing

I'mma touch that middle, make ‘em all sizzle, ha

Is that confetti in the ceiling? (Why, yes it is)

Well, make it all fall down on these chil'ren (Let's go)

That's your champagne, that's my blunt (What?)

So we gon' take ‘em to the bottom ‘til the sun's up



[Interlude]

Man, nigga, what's crackin'? Where the bitches at right now?

Where the—ay, pour me—hand me that bottle over there, shit

Man, Problem, nigga, share that blunt over here, shit

I'm tryna get it cra-ckin' right now, nigga, on the Westside



[Verse 2: Problem]

Perception is reality

My mentality and principalities be having me like

I wonder how Jay feel watching Dame on reality TV

Jay got the girl, Dame got the attention

The irony in this I'd like to mention

Is they both got what they want

These niggas bite they tongue to kick it, well, I won't

Shit, I am a product of my environment

My Compton inspirers got me firing, like…

My workers ain't came to they job on time

A gang of times, the stars and my gang align

My vibe is on, my women all fly and shit

They high as shit, it's like they like to fly and shit

The flyest shit is usually what you find me in

I fuck, you gone, I'm not the type to fly you in

Shit, we ‘bout to throw a party, if you fly, you in

Then we gon' party ‘til the si-si-si-si-sirens come

I got a molly, baby, you should tr-tr-tr-tr-try you one

I bet it puh-puh-puh-puh-pop like a firing gun (POW)

[BACKWARDS] All these hoes get loose

‘Bout to run the summer and the whole fall like oops

‘Cause when I step up in the club, baby, all these hoes get loose

‘Bout to run the summer and the whole fall like oops

Get up, me and Mr. Quik whip the shit up

Fuck with us, have your whole hood lit up

Still, rap niggas with money, it ain't a lot a

‘Cause you niggas suck, Afrika Bambaataa

Man, you niggas don't want no problem with the Chacho

Just double-dipped, R.I.P. Lil Bosko

Westside's a fuckin' Number 9 with a waffle

Diamond Lane, yeah, the D. Rose, Chicago

Bull-shit, I hope your girl with that

Sound like a brought the Quik with the curl on back

Check how he got the shit bangin'

'92 bandannas, extra clip hangin'

But instead of puttin' holes in niggas

We trying to teach niggas how to get hoes

And how to get dough, and how to get mo'

This gon' make ‘em pull their riders out

This gon' make ‘em pull them riders back OUT!

I'mma make ‘em pull their riders out (WHAT?)

I'mma make ‘em pull them riders back OUT!

Make ‘em pull them back OUT!

We gon' make ‘em pull them riders OUT!