I'm gonna make it bounce,
We make it bump, bang, bounce
we do it for the California G's in the middle
Rise criminal with shades,
Prompt D, spinnin' bumper
I stay used to this lifestyle,
But this is my time right now
A celebration on these streets
and like the homie Shy said
and it's a gangster party
so ladies, call up your friends
Make sure that you come deep Hennessy
and bottles of that pathrone
But baby, we ballin' daily,
I got signed to Hot Rodway in 2001
And it's a party every day
since this shit has begun
So put your bottles in the sky,
Drinking, smoking, feeling fine
Give all this fame, don't come for free
But this is where we wanna be
So put your money where it counts
I know you sense my weed out of fucking Grey Rock K -Linda,
so I pull up to y 'all, babe
Walk up to try to meet her,
I'm allowed to go down on her
Right in the middle of this club
When you ain't never had a thug
And you ain't about to have one,
So when I get up, I'll choke,
dance, hope, then I'm done
Only love I know is my daughter
So fix your face, pick up these drinks
and prepared for the slaughter
And the trip home after a while
Now she askin' why a nigga so mean
Well, if you ever been hurt,
then you would feel like me
with his head shaved clean
tell him you and me bout to leave
Drinking, smoking, feeling fine
Give all this fame, don't come for free
But this is where we wanna be
So put your money where it counts