Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Hold up
Rock got it Rock came from rock bottom
Now I'm on top
Pocket full of guacamole and that nola
The windows on the Continental tinted
Cocaine colored it's a dope ride
Them dope boys outside
Gangbangers crack heads and hood rats
Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack
If you want it we got it
That's where them goods at
Nickerson Gardens project parties
Chronic Hennessey dro Bacardi
Guns enemies that come through
Spark them
Throw 'em in a dumpster; you loved one
You lost him
I don't dance I just boogie a lot
No dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot
White tee under that back against the wall
West coast rocking to the beat
Now I'm telling y'all
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out
And swing like this homie
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers up
And gangbang to it gangbang to it
Look I know some bad ass bitches
That go hard on it
Addicted to that s*x
They be traveling in packs
They be off that X
And they'll let you f**k fast
If you got some cess
I ain't gon lie about it
I ain't bullshitting
Come to my block boy
Welcome to Hell's kitchen
We bring that heat to you
Too much of a real n***a
Not to see through you
Wet him like faucet
Bullet sink through you
They speed through you
They eat through you
Two lullaby burners
Let 'em sing to you
The harmony of it is pleasure to your ears
You got to love it nah you got to hate it
I got to be my hometown favourite
Watts representer
Say hello to your mayor
Everybody put them
Ws in the air
May I show you the plan I lay out
My disc will never play out
I tell y'all to
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out
And swing like this homie
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers up
And gangbang to it gangbang to it
Swing your elbows and Taylors
The shell-toes
Kush blunts all in the air I smell those
Cop the swap meets to freaks on Melrose
This is California killers on them corners
From Long Beach to Inglewood Hollywood
Back down them gangsters will be on you
Block hot as a sauna
We in the club zoning Patroning
My knuckleheads roaming
They on and we on it
It's jerkin' poppin' brackin'
Whatever you want to call it
What's happening we smashing
Crashing your hood
My n***a what's good
Staying sucker-free
Just as well as you should
I pull up in that motherf**king big-ass truck
What the f**k I'm on
Where your b***h
She's gone with a real n***a
I hop up out that ho asking
How you feel n***a
I press blood; throw your sets up
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out
And swing like this homie
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers up
And gangbang to it
Gangbang to it ahh
