[Chrous]. That’s the call of my thugs. When they step up in the club they go yee. When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee. You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee. If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee. [E-40]. My area code grows some of the best weed in the world. My ninja we aint no punk. They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice. Cause we always smell like skunk. Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten every time you see me. Bending corners in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi. Pimpin’ the law up on us – Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law. Always pullin’ me over and searchin’ my fucking car. Searchin’ my Gluteus Maximus – flashlight in my jaw. Actin’ like some batchesses – thinkin’ I got rock. Doin’ it big take a swig sip a sip twist the lid smoke a spliff. Earl bent push ya wig bout’ my nig. Everybody wanna talk that talk wanna walk that walk wanna bark that bark. Everybody wanna plot that plot wanna drop that saw wanna peel up top. I get a call from young bop he up out my zone. He said yo hillside nigga Ned on his way home. I said well tell him to call me – I love his ass to death. Any nigga hatin’ we gonna take his last breath. [Chrorus]. That’s the call of my thugs. When they step up in the club they go yee. When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee. You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee. If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee. [Too $orth]. Biatch ! It’s yo partna from the town ma’an. I see yall doin’ it big you getting’ down ma’an. Yeah I fuck with the V Richmond know me. Where every niggas ballin’ that’s where bitches gonna be. You can go across the bridge fucking wit a bitch. Don’t matter which side you be all up in some shit before you know it. It aint like it used to be. Everybody got straps to shoot you or me. I give a fuck about who I don’t even know you. Sup – yeah pimpin’ I got my thang too. And its coo cause I know you know it. I aint even gotta pull it. I aint even gotta show it. Don’t blow it – that’s what a black man’s thinkin’. I’ll be laying underground in a casket stinkin’. If I slip I gotta keep my poise you here that 808 bumpin’ Whats all that noise. [Repeat Chorus]. That’s the call of my thugs. When they step up in the club they go yee. When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee. You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee. If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee. Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friend. Get ya head busted in – im not your boy or your friend. You said that do that pull that shoot that. Now where your crew at. What you gonna do next. Im a west coast nigga yee. Im a east coast nigga yee. Im a down south nigga yee. Im a Midwest nigga yee. [Repeat Chorus]. That’s the call of my thugs. When they step up in the club they go yee. When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the rich they holla yee. You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the maverick hollarin’ yee. If its lookin’ like some static we gonna bust them automatics like yee