This is what we call gospel, alpha, mega, funky, boogie, disco, music Made for you to cruise with, in ya Jeep, Cadillac or tha Benz Down the strip with ya girl and your friends, just floatin', west coastin' Hittin' switches in the ragtop boastin', just rollin' on hundred spokes Ridin' with your ken folks, bumpin' this jam and getting high off the holy ghost smoke One puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feeling real high, leanin' to the side With the homie Mista Grimm, in tha O.G. gangsta ride Candy apple with the custom interior, inferia, when it be comin' to rippin' these microphones Mi familia, is the dopest, no hokus pokus, tha locest vocalist and most ferocious Rapper is bogus, when I spit, they hopeless Chorus We just dippin', in the Lincoln, with the hommmies and the OG's trippin' Off me rims and the chromed out engine, hydrolics switches and the pioneer system We just dippin, hittin switches, in the 6-4, rollin' deep in the trenches Sttin' in chromed out 22 inches, bumpin that west coast sound to the fullest! Dip, dip, bounce, bounce, front, front, back, back Right Dayton spokes in the air as I hit that, C-O-R-N-E-R-T-B-O-N-E-&-M-I-S-T-A-G-R-I-double M Rapiando, cantando, in the 6-4 brincando, pitando, at the homies Cuz me and Grimm got flava like asada and cilantro, tocando oldoes As we ride slow, y corriendo, from the po-po, somos los mejores brother Oh you didn't know, from West Covina to fogtown Frisco, "O"riginal In the classic blastin' war, hardcore with the suicide doors, L-dang Riviera, Cutlass, whatever you're in, just keep bumpin' this
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