[Intro]
Yo what's up?
Coolio in the box, and it don't stop
Hit instinct production
What's your malfunction, nigga?
Replacement's in the house
Yo, I'ma do it like this
[Verse 1]
They wanna ride, wanna roll, yeah they wanna dip
Fascinated by the heat with the extra clip
'Cause it's sittin' in the middle when we take a trip
Ain't no flame-actin' fools on that extra shit
This is pimpin' over here, nigga fuck a bitch
We gonna keep it that way 'til the apocalypse
Ain't no sense if it can't make our pockets thick
We down to ball but we never been known to trick
Bullshit proof for bitches that's ridin' dick
'Bout the sides of the rims that's on my wrist, whip
Run your mouth too much and get a busted lip
I'm like Hammer except you can't fuck with this
You're safe enough with me slidin' down these city streets
I got a ghetto pass, everybody know me
So lay your seat back, baby girl, roll up a tree
Turn the music up, you're rollin' with an OG
Yo what's up?
Coolio in the box, and it don't stop
Hit instinct production
What's your malfunction, nigga?
Replacement's in the house
Yo, I'ma do it like this
[Verse 1]
They wanna ride, wanna roll, yeah they wanna dip
Fascinated by the heat with the extra clip
'Cause it's sittin' in the middle when we take a trip
Ain't no flame-actin' fools on that extra shit
This is pimpin' over here, nigga fuck a bitch
We gonna keep it that way 'til the apocalypse
Ain't no sense if it can't make our pockets thick
We down to ball but we never been known to trick
Bullshit proof for bitches that's ridin' dick
'Bout the sides of the rims that's on my wrist, whip
Run your mouth too much and get a busted lip
I'm like Hammer except you can't fuck with this
You're safe enough with me slidin' down these city streets
I got a ghetto pass, everybody know me
So lay your seat back, baby girl, roll up a tree
Turn the music up, you're rollin' with an OG
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