Ay yo, Hop Inside The Ride Leave you City Come to Mines Take a trip Around My Area Home Of 805 Medicated rolling blunts Clouds Up in the sky Fingers twisted in the middle Represent West Side Got my Chuck taylors On Fresh T, Fitted 501's Ounce of kush On Deck Grinding up the fatest Nuggs Hash oil spread Around blaze with Me until Your f**ed up sesssion now in progress time to spark up these blunts I don't dress to impress but all the Answers I recieve Are "YES" Not A Single clue of knowing what will happen Next, No Chains On my Neck Swag I layed it down to Rest with my own, I don't have to shuffle everytime I Step Got b**hes on my jock even when I ain't suppose too the Obvious Is Shown Hoes be Acting Like They know You, Once they catch A Glance of At both Greens We be holding b**hes on our Nuts f** with Us they'll Be Rolling [Chrous 2x] This How It Goes, up in The West Coast (up in the west coast) We chugging 4-O's, (we chugging Fourty's) My eyeys Staying Low, (Twist without A worry) Lost in these clouds oh wait, this sh** is Smoke Stay Alert Double Money up refuse on being Broke Have A Seat write Some Notes Quote your Favorite Do it Ho, Got these Other Unsk**ed punks Still knocking On my Door Started Off With nothing what I'm witnessing is something on a road towards the Fortune All these Red Light I Keeep Running, thinking they had stopped Me? Hell NO they'll NEVER Drop Me now the same motherf**ers be demanding for some Copies Only Being Real on How they used to doubt Me Cashing money In & Out Still they know Nothing About Me, Like My Homies bo*er Said "I'm Lazy I'm Slouching" Doing this sh** on my Own, there was no one there to help Me Independent On my own 19 Doing well Down payment on a ride from them Mixtapes I Done Sell, Dancing with the devil sh** Might Even Go To Hell Surrounded By these Demons On A Mission I plan to Never Fsil [Hook 2x]