[Kid Frost]
We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop
Blowin big out green, check out my gangsta tint
Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey
And the homey Kurupt about to blow shit up
So roll shit up, if you got a sack of that good
Have you trippin like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood
We make it happen, from the nickel plate to the platinum
It's real shit, think of it, just musical rappin
[Kurupt]
Check it out
I'ma tell you what it is when you're fuckin with a gangsta like me
Throw some gold feet on the MC
Bounce up and down the street with a trunk full of beats
Swervin up a one-way, dippin on a Sunday
Not givin a fuck nigga Frost and Kurupt
Nigga motherfuck a bitch nigga, dip and hit a switch nigga
Whatchu wann' do, blaze a ounce with a nigga
Blaze up a stick and bounce with a nigga
You fuckin with some outlaws
(gangstas/what) packin on pistolas
Eses load up, with them East side soldiers
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
