Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That´s how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo´
That´s how all my niggaz roll
In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
Cause I´ve been drankin, and I´ve been smokin
Flying down 285 but I´m focused
Four fifty four´s, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys hollin "what´s hapnin", kid runnin in
The clicks start dancin and the broads start choosin
And the cars been parked but the rims keep movin
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood
Cause I ain´t hollywood, I come from the hood
I´m used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
24 inch Daytons got the Chevrolet shaking