(Intro – 2 Chainz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I mean, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Verse 1 – 2 Chainz)
Got a 35 in my roll paper
Spice One riding east bay gangster
Got f**k up ni**as on the west side
Give a ni**a to the west ride
Hit a ni**a, YG 400
Told the homie Mustard keep it 100
Told Uncle Snoop roll up one
Gave me a badge, you can choke one
In my house shoes
They ain’t got the Bentley color piru
Nip first name, last name Hu$$le
Kendrick Lamar with lyrical muscle
Dr Dre had the best instrumentals
Was my father figure
He had me walking around yelling no bi**h
And showed me how this rapping make you hella rich, yeah
(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s go
If they ask about a ni**a they ain’t know
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s go
If they ask about a ni**a they ain’t know
(Verse 2 – 2 Chainz)
Talking Ice Cube with the jeri curl
Used to practice looking hard like my ni**a Earl
Screaming f**k the world like my ni**a Pac
Rapping 4-tay, Sir Mix Alot
DJ Quik, tonight’s the night
Mac Mall, Mac 10, and my ni**a Tight
C-Bo, rest in peace Mac Dre
Schoolboy, Problem
Dogg Pound, Daz and Kurupt
MCA, Mr. Fab was a must
Eazy-E feel legit and my homie Burn
I get a lot of love out in California
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Ask about a ni**a, they ain’t know
Dolla got the ride, 64
Rari with the suicide doors
Diamonds, I might bust it down though
Diamonds, I might bust it down though
Shine though
Sipping on the ice and D’usse
Dolla got all the groupies
If they ain’t paying they gon run it on sight
She…taking d**k all night, ay
(Repeat Chorus)
