[Truth] California, Hollyhood, Got the liquor, Feelin' good Cali bud, Light it up Get your money, That's what's up Yeah that's me, From the streets In the car, With my heat What you need V-I who, V-I what, You with me
[Deuce Chorus x2] Sh-Shake it to the front Sh-Shake it to the back Now turn it all around, Show me how you shake that ass I'm in the club, Gettin' buzzed, yeah I'm faded And baby momma, if you want it, We can make it
[Truth] Just close your eyes completely shut Open your eyes and face The Truth Marinate facts, observe the scene Gml, respect the roots Money, money, I get it, get it Hustle hard, no lookin' back Shake them haters, that's for real Make some moves and watch me stack I'm hood baby, can't you tell Hollywood, fuck Glendale Oh, well I went to jail Guess what, Deuce got bail Nine lives off my chain, I'm coo, coo, so insane Mona Lisa, perfect picture Got beef, my pistol get you Chuck Taylors, white T's, Low riders, man please Back up off me you fuckin' chump Turn this up, and let it bump Ruthless cats, on my team Nightmare, I'm in your dream You're the crop, I'm the cream I'm the hustler, you're the fiend Back it up, shake that ass Me and Deuce, no need to ask He gone crazy, lost his mask I gone crazy, and got his back Lights on, lights off It's about to spark off Flow's so heavy, it'll knock your socks off Yeah!
[Deuce Chorus x2]
[Deuce] This shit's so easy, You see me, you can't believe that it's me Oh, my God he's in all my dreams Oh, my God you know how to sing Oh, my God it's you, is this real Yeah, you see me, sittin' and drinkin You see me sittin', I'm thinkin' She thinks I'm easy, believe me When she comes home there's no teasin' There's no speed, you feel me She wan't to fuck with no rubber She gonna think I'm a lover Bitch better stay in the covers 'Cause we aint gotta be lovers Just take your pants off and cuddle Don't call your man, 'cause it's trouble If he comes back, I'ma shovel a hole so deep in my yard I'll let him sleep with the sharks Fishes, so don't be alarmed When I take the keys to your car And we ain't gotta be buddies Or hug inside o' no club We ain't gotta make nothin' public so fuck it 'Cause next week I'll be havin' models and bottles Inside my one-room apartment That's when this shit gets retarded And bitch start seein' doubles of me And wake up in trouble with me 'She's only seventeen man! ' That's when they call the police
[Deuce Chorus x2]
[Truth] Oh, I'm back, The Truth, that's that I'ma star like Terry O, short bus retarded flow Want the money plus the fame, run rap, mando I'm faster, faster than a honey mustard Lambo Movin' through an open road Worldwide, around the globe What's the streets without the code Escobar without the blow Jibberjabber yippy yap Competition where you at All you suckers, I don't slack Got a problem, do the math!