One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches, middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude, I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side
One for the impalas, two for the gold Ds
Three for the switches, middle finger for the police
Nigga with' a attitude, I will not let it die
Four fingers up, two twisted for the West Side

Yo, I used to dribble the rock down the block in '94
Shoot the courts out when Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me
12 years old with the hunnies on me
Patrick Ewings on, I kept the fresh kicks
Take a nigga out his Jordan's if the motherfuckers fit (they fit)
They fit so I'm back up the block
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box
In front of the crack spot fiends fightin' over crack rock
Dimes the size of golf balls, yeah, them shits was that hot
He had them black Locs on like MC Ren
And Deebo came through in the hood in that coke-white Benz
Before 106