[T-Bone] From my days of a juvenile Raised in the church but lived thug style Back in the day in my hood gettin buckwild Runnin wit felons that be servin keys to O.G.'s And real pimps spittin game to ladies Drop Mercedes make em go crazy Mamis trippin on screamin Ay papi Talkin fast to tha chickens While we pimpin and dippin Throwin up signs and set trippin Livin la vida loca like Ricky Mom trippin out cause I got a neck full of hickes Breath smellin like whiskey Busted, plus Im saggin in a "T" and some dickies Just like Whiteny Im tryin to blow up But wanna do it while Im young like Brittney Ride to the death of me like KRS This was my philosophy, but not no more
[Chorus] All my rogues gonna ride tonight Get ya hands way up in the air tonight From new york to the bay get live tonight Cuz we makin tha kind of music make ya feel alright
[T-Bone] Thug passion got me flashin on rivals Henessey had me trippin feelin suicidal Full of all that hurt pain and tha misery Mad at the world for the things it did to me California just make a playa wanna ride Throw up a dub be a thug, holla Westside til I die Young G from tha projects stealin watches, why To impress all my rogues and tha notches So live life cautious Cuz now a days tha streets is filled wit armed killers And narcotics just cant stop this What type of sound make ya groove throw yo hands up And move all around just bounce to the rhythm Nod ya head like a pigeon to this chase beat thats hittin From Britain, the UK, LA to my dogs locked down in tha prison
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[T-Bone] Somethin for that pretty ladies and tha thugs too In that East, Westcoast and tha South too We all bout it ma, like Cube show me love in tha club Wit the mobster kiss on both cheeks and thug hugs Throw yo hands up wave em side to side Ladies, Ridas, made men tonight We gon party like its 2999, no crime Just California beaches under the sunshine Plus one time isn't trippin on me or my girl Laced wit that rocks and Versace Black boots and Mosquino, Mexican Half black, Philippino it all good Now bounce like a check that aint got not funds And party like you just won half a million oh what a feelin Now everybody in the house get your hands to the ceilin
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