Let's ride, let's ride tonight, let's ride tonight My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts I be up in Bokey all the time, that's where the savage at Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that Cruising through the Westside, I'm inside the Cadillac She gon' suck your wallet dry, swear that she ain't bad at that Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain't mad at that I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show, eh - let me grab at that So high in the City of Angels, think I'm at the summit We out in Cali, I'm constantly blunted Just 'cause you got it don't mean you should stunt it A handful of hunnids don't make you a hunnid Folks do it all for the Gram, gotta see through the lines Gotta learn how to tell Gotta distinguish between the ones who want you down And the ones who want see you prevail No way I could fail, Baby just called me Said, "Cas, when you come back, bring two hunnid bales" I'm at the grow house in Cali Like, "Yeah, I could do that, but is that to smoke or to sell?" Wasn't surprised when he said it was personal We doing shatter and I grab the nail I just taught Stunna how to take a dab He said, "White people crazy as hell!" Live up to my reputation, getting road head while I'm driving She know it's my meditation And the way I'm looking at the competition Y'all must really be on medication They ain't fucking with me and they know it Went from a local dealer to a poet Went from the Natty Ice to sippin' Moët We ain't finna blow it, don't need your plug 'cause we grow it My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts I be up in Bokey all the time, that's where the savage at Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that Cruising through the Westside, I'm inside the Cadillac She gon suck it while I drive, swear that she ain't bad at that Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain't mad at that I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show, eh - let me grab at that Ever pop so much that you up for hours? Feel like there's cameras on all of the towers? X made me fuck that girl like Austin Powers Her pussy wet like we went in the shower She fuck with my style (she fuck with my style!) Don't know when my plug gon' get back the Sours Them my favorite type of flowers I got no use for the kind that they throw in the aisles Skrrt then I skrrt off, first off We in love with money, not these bitches with they shirts off My homie got the rock hard and the dirt soft Ain't shit sweet, he a star but he down to let the burst off Hold up, wait. That's how I'ma kick the verse off I brought change to the game but at times it can derail God damn it, I guess everybody worst off Vibe, he wasn't supposed to slide How is we gonna survive? Bagging up the dope, can't cope with the vibe Praying to the Pope and you hopeless deprived, well I wrote this alive Mixing my sin with the lean and I'm pouring codeine in the Sprite Two hunnid Xans, I'ma serve 'em tonight My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts I be up in Bokey all the time, that's where the savage at Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that Cruising through the Westside, I'm inside the Cadillac She gon' suck your wallet dry, swear that she ain't bad at that Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain't mad at that I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show