| Fresh white tee, fresh car wash | 
| Summertime hood niggas look like stars | 
| Jewelry drip, fresh white Airs | 
| Mami shake it up, keep your ass right there | 
| (Ohhh can you believe it?) | 
| My man got liquor and my cup’s right here | 
| I can smell smoke pass the dutch right here | 
| Nigga pass that, Capri pants | 
| With the waist cut off, I wanna smash that | 
| (Ohhh can you believe it?) | 
| Party and pack, minglin baby | 
| Knockin LL shit, you jinglin', baby? | 
| Back your ass up or I’ma start tinglin baby | 
| We can have more fun than Ringaling baby | 
| (Ohhh can you believe it?) | 
| P hit the club with a dutch and a dub with it | 
| Nigga don’t cuff it if you ain’t in love with it | 
| Matter fact let your grub get it | 
| Please don’t hate cause at least you can say you was with it | 
| Can you believe it? | 
| I take a little a break and get off the streets | 
| Clear my mind from the shit I see | 
| In a world full of smoke, contact from the weed | 
| That’s when it really dawned on me | 
| That I’mma be here for life, ain’t never gon' leave | 
| The ghetto’s all that I know | 
| It’s just another day in the hood my nigga | 
| Layin back trying get this dough | 
| Yellin out ohhh-ohhhh | 
| All up in the club and you know how we roll | 
| Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh | 
| Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll | 
| I’m tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh | 
| Know yo' ass feel it cause it’s outta control | 
| Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh | 
| Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh; | 
| can you believe It? | 
| Big-ass truck, brand new rims | 
| Tanktop Yankee, tanned out Timbs | 
| Bracelet, chain, fronts popped in | 
| New tattoos, new black shoes | 
| (Hey, can you believe it?) | 
| Gucci, Urbes, we do that too | 
| Wanna feel the breeze get a new black Coupe | 
| Nigga drop the top, come through the hood | 
| Put a hundred on your three or your foul line shot | 
| (Ohhh can you believe it?) | 
| Linen outfits, all on the bus | 
| Cause none of us can see a summer without trips | 
| Mad hot so the little boys might bother you | 
| But they all act good if the hood bother you | 
| Basketball tournaments, pitbull pups | 
| Ladies in the club pourin Crist' in cups | 
| Niggas in the jail callin home on the phone (cause they «Locked Up») | 
| But you still tryin to act like ain’t shit rough | 
| Mad cyphers in the park, mad fights in the park | 
| Niggas talk how they run every night from the NARC’s | 
| Outside from the light to the dark, then the dark to the light | 
| I wanna smoke but I could search for my life | 
| Can you believe it? | 
| I done spent ten again | 
| Wtching her bend again, dancin for many men | 
| Tell me have ever thought of gettin in | 
| In a room full of Konvicts and D-Block militants | 
| They’ll show you the time of your life | 
| You can occupy my passenger side | 
| Introduce you to the street life | 
| Watch you fall in love after just one night | 
| Ohhh-ohhhh | 
| All up in the club and you know how we roll | 
| Squad deep like ohhh-ohhhh | 
| Bad little bitches with they booty on swoll | 
| I’m tryin to peep like ohhh-ohhhh | 
| Know yo' ass feel it cause it’s outta control | 
| Let me hear you say ohhh-ohhhh | 
| Let me hear you say ohhhhh-ohhhh; | 
| can you believe It? | 
| + (Akon) | 
| Can you believe it? | 
| (Can you believe it?) | 
| (Can you believe it?) Lil' Jon, Akon, S.P. the Ghost | 
| Feel what we tryin to do (Can you believe it?) | 
| Can you believe it, hahahaha~! | 
| (Can you believe it?) (Can you believe it?)  |