summer 06 silver hoops lined lips belt with the old e from shoes up i m g d up i was scheming looks could be deceiving i was in the back of the hooptie getting freaky slipping out my dickies giving him quickie next day text back saying how he miss me got a couple different numbers for a couple different moods my vision on my goals no entertaining hoes still i got to get mine times changed flipped the script now you on my time blade gripping loaded clip bitch this how i ride i m on my way to feel that west side ariza sunshine blowing up the alpine blowing out smoke my homegirl riding with me and right now we bout to roll if we run into some foes hit em with the 44 speed off fo the jura shows let a puta leva know you can t fuck wit us you can t fuck wit us you can t fuck wit us you can t fuck wit us you can t fuck wit us see the regal with the en el mapa plaque dipping down the ave give a fuck windows tinted black i m back and that s that you ain t gonna do shit about it mothafuck you what you do your whole crew west side baby give you something to groove to flow is dope reaching area codes like i m moving work already trying to jack the stilo i know lames lurk talking bout my shit is corny got your feelings hurt mousey ass fools i don t want no shit to do back it up talking real foolish act up slap you up leave limping like a sad pup ass dropped pop you like a collar leave behind your daughter from ariza to califas en el mapa records rifa got another hit for lil locs and the g s the coldest mothafucka coming out of az they think they fucking wit us must be smoking that g you can t fuck wit us
['chicago bop', 'chicago rap', 'drill']