Yo it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four. With the D's spinnin I can bag a ho. Top down so my rag can show whatever in the dutch. Purple or orange haze it's just a bag of 'dro. Hit snatch with my khakis on Aladdin Lounge. In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on. I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it. 20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett. You can't buy a Ferrari fuck it cop lle' from J. The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage. He order rock and cover it the dimes is free. The quarters is 75 the ball is live. Ain't nobody fumblin on my block. We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk we runnin the rock. Nothin less than a hundred a pop anything less you a cop. Shoot you and take your vest and your glock motherfuckers. [Chorus]. What'chu know about stackin G's; you got to come fuck wit me. Puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me. My team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit me. What'chu know about stackin G's; you gots to come fuck wit me. [JT]. I'm in the streets like the place is mine told to cover my tracks. I push paper to increase my shine. I'm on my chief jumpin out the wagon like Tyco. And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'. Bossed out camouflage under my vest B. Motorbike fast cars broads and jetskis. Rule #1 keep your eye on your cash flow. Cause rule #2 will get rid of your best so. None of 'em best show ridin in stress mode. 'less they got petrol pushin that Benz slow. Pick up the Game let's count some cash. Then we get to the do' then you put on your mask. On some other shit ridin wit'cha boy now. We on the West coast seek and destroy now. It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown. We had a riot in the streets fin' to blow now fo'sho' now. [Chorus]. [Verse Three - unknown]. The underboss ill too fast. Buildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag. Not Gil but tryin to top the nerd Bill Gates. From the city of project buildings and them mossberg K's. San Francisco West coast Northern Bay California. Man it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll spray on ya. Uhh makin mafia moves skate from the cops. Yeah they tried stoppin ya dude. But nah the ball it don't stop. A shot callin if I fall then my thoughts gon' flock. Yeah underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro. Clear {?} and I'm the in-di-vi-dual. Holdin weight in the dope state. Tokin the 8-8 oh fold {?}. Watch our bread and our team skyrocket. Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it. [Chorus]