I Only Wear My White Tees Once (Remix) Federation (Ft. Battle Loc, Tash & WC)

[Intro]
West Coast, twist it up
Southern Cali and Northern Cali done connected
The originators of this hyphy shit
Rick Rock
Ah yeah man you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
You know we had to do the remix, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout? (West Coast)
Hyphy movement without Federation like the desert without the sand, man, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?
And you know I gotta come with my homeboys, man, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, from Southern Cal’, man
We gon’ get down lil’ bit like this

[Verse 1: WC]
I dive (I dive), I dip (I dip)
I walk the walk and just skip, skip skip skip skip skip skip skip
Hold up Rick Rock that’s old let me switch the flow
(Aight, fa’ sho’)
Dub-C off that gangsta lean, shit
Off that Federation remix (Hey)
All day every day we blaze hay
Bang from L.A. to thе Bay, C-A
I was born to ball and big sling
Here comes thе big ball-hitter, holding my ding-a-ling
[?] my man, don’t ask if he shoot (Uh-huh)
Rag hangin’ out the GT coupe (Get ‘em out)
Ain’t no better than this Westside veteran
Tec-Nine-carryin’, dirty money-buryin’ (Uh-huh)
Disrespect and I bury ya (I bury ya)
Dub-C, and I fucks with the Yay’ Area
The original shady, stolen, icy wrist (Woo)
Triple-creased white tee, crisp, trip
Back on that shiesty shit
Federation started this hyphy shit—we dip!