| Whaaaa… | 
| Drizzle, California Hot Boy makin' it sizzle | 
| Yadadadada | 
| I’m a roper smoker, love to yoke a, chevy when I’m ripter | 
| Used to post up on the block with dope I got from Victor | 
| I go nuts, do donuts when I’m full of that liquor | 
| Get ho bucks man so much I ran game and pimped her | 
| My thang thang got twisters, two sets like sisters | 
| Davins, and choppers there’s no stoppin Mister | 
| A California Bear, all up in your ear | 
| While I’m playing with your hair, bitch I’m a player | 
| It ain’t fair, niggas like me is rare | 
| Hard to find, you might not find one like me anywhere | 
| You can search tall trees, the bottom of the seas | 
| Nigga please, they don’t make them like these | 
| Huh what you say, you gone do what? | 
| I murder, get further, in my coughnut | 
| Geeks I chew up, in the streets I grew up | 
| I run with niggas that’ll peel a nigga for a few bucks | 
| I’m sewing thangs up, got the game on lock | 
| Give you an E for effort, but it ain’t no knock | 
| Man this thang don’t stop, I’m all night like Denny’s | 
| I’m countin' thow-wows while you scrapin' for pennies | 
| I’m tight like two hemmies, dope like two gremmies | 
| Put a dub in the blunt cause I don’t like them skinny | 
| Mafia like Benny, I offer ya some remy | 
| Playboy, from the bay boy | 
| I sav lav, ya hear me? |