(Tssssssssss, off the top whoady)
(Fa my dawgs, ya unda'stand?)
(Got ta love dis shit playboy)
(Ya unda'stand, and these hoes definatly got ta jock dey shit)
(My nigga won't come down bottom ' its all gravy)
(Ya know, got ta respect where u from, lil' L.A. whoady)
(Y'all like ta ride, but down bottom, we love ta survive)
(Ain't no way u can come down bottom, and don't make green whoady)
Lately, I been thinkin' bout love,
Hasn't often happen to me, (Fa sho' playa)
The only thing I always think of,
Go on y'all, get out the kitchen,
Because my bliss cookin',
While ain't nobody lookin',
Cook out at my uncles house,
Whole neighborhood goin' be there,
And its the fourth of July so you know it's on at the pier,
IiiiiIIIIiii love them county girls,
'Cause she prob'ly my cousin,
Sometimes when I get real homely,
And a nigga feels all alone,
Home, where, cotton grows,
On them white-wall Vogues,
And my grandpa Russel on them old dirt roads,
I won't forget where I done came from, (Better not boy)
Before I even knew I was me,
Saw all the flicks of me and my moms,
Playin' with them moths in the tree,
All of them family reunions,
Grandmama had twenty-fo' kids,
And that's the damn sho' truth,
Even when I moved to Cali',
Had to go back every summer,
Grandaddy got so excited,
You'd think Santa Clause was commin',
Gettin' down in the middle of the road,
Mini V had a party that night,
Me ' Pink infront of Uncle G's house,
Drinkin' beer gettin' high as a kite,
WESTSIDE fa' life, nigga,
I take the dirty south with me,
[Outro] (Baby talking) {TQ singing}
Goes out to tha dirty south,
Home of the struggle baby,
(Don't fuck with me nigga, you know what we all about)
{And ya know what I'm talkin' bout}
{Lately I been thinkin' bout love}
{Hasn't often happened to me}
{The only thing I always think of}
(Nigga, I got some bling bling fo' ya)
(' some ching ching fo' ya)
(I got a brand new Bentley fo' ya)
(Y'all need ta come down here)
('N shed some love with us)
(You can marry the money whoady)
(I'll jock yo' style playboy)