Sevin - Let's Go lyrics

[Intro] Cmon, West coast baby! What's the business? Yeah What's crackin? Capital city, Boy Y'all know what I mean? Uh [Chorus] Everybody stand up, If ya real in the spot and ya feelin the knock, Let's G-O Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up So what ya body scared of? If ya still in the mood and ya feelin the groove, Let's G-O Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up Getcha getcha g-getcha getcha hands up [Verse 1] Sauced out, Bossed clout, Dawg, We clutchin' the game We tear the block up for the product, We hustlas, Mane We pick up and choose different moves, You cuffin a dame Glistenin j**els, We dip in crews, You stuck in the game Steel metal, Real ghetto, Ain't lustin' for fame Cali boys, Khakis wit the cuffs and the chucks for the bang Fresh off the block, Where the pots rock others to slang And if you trip, Ya get the whole clip stuck to ya brain Cla**ic whip, Wit the chrome dip huggin' the frame Captivatin strips soon as it touches the lane Hog mob and i'm in love wit the game Before I change, I'll put a thang to my jugular vein, n***a [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm flamin steel, Hang wit the crips cause the game is real And the cutless in the color of the guts is the same as skrill Believe tucked is the stainless steel Should've never gave the Yankee Doodle Gang a deal We keep grips on the hip, But we came to chill If ya trip, We pop somethin, And it ain't a pill Dawg, I'm seven miles west in a Sedan Deville And it's plush from woodgrain to grille Where we at homie, It's heartless and bangin still And wit the pistons, we get active like Ron Artest and Jermaine O'Neal Even the cops ride and aim to k** One life, How could I not strive to gain a meal? [Chorus]