A soldier so loked out|We go lookin for smoke|Low lows 64s, 28 inch spokes|It's either AKs or the big pistols we tote|Extendos, so you best take notes|Don't get poked|Don't rep no color|But I'm always in green|Dollars line a ninja pocket|Like it came in the seam|My homie got the M60 and it come with a beam|We the real live Fetti Regime|You knaamean|What up Big U, What up Piru,|Grape Street, P.Stones , Bounty Hunters, Keep It True|Riding for the homies, and you know that's how we do|Rest In Peace, Neighborhood, turned the whole state blue|Had a bunch of real ones that stayed faithful|Put all the bread on the big money table|Got all the bad chicks off in my stable|But this gangsta life don't get shown on cable||We riding, we stickin'|We poppin', we pickin'|We sliding, just listnin'|We cookin', in the kitchen||We riding, we stickin'|We poppin', we pickin'|We sliding, just listnin'|We cookin', in the kitchen||One time for my homies that's behind them cells|All the Gs that kept they mouths closed behind them tales|Took it to they grave, couldn't get their souls to sell|The real ones that deserve da bail, we can't fail|Never seen a southern boy, stackin' bucks|Leaning hard in the low, khakis and chucks|Can't copy my style boy you wack and what|Have my whole click actin up, you'll get stuck|So you on FaceTime and she got you on pause|That's because Lionel B got it deep in her drawers|Sayin' mama on the phone she can't answer ya call|Cut your losses now and cancel the braud, don't get soft|You gotta play the field, you gotta stay real,|Stop chasing hood rats, that's searching for a meal|That's the time of lame ish to go and get you killed, but I'm riding and stickin' wit dis chrome steering wheel||We riding, we stickin'|We poppin', we pickin'|We sliding, just listnin'|We cookin', in the kitchen||We riding, we stickin'|We poppin', we pickin'|We sliding, just listnin'|We cookin', in the kitchen