[Intro: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae]

Oh, shit, yea

Say, where you heading, man?

You motherfuckers ain't going nowhere, man

Hey, you know I was trying to do my thing on 'em

Oh, shit, yea

64 Impala

Well, we ain't tryna hurt nobody, man, we just...

Yea

You might just catch us different though

Say, where you going man?

My God! Say!

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae]

You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw

Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah

Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs

[Verse 1: The Game]

Parked at the light, give a fuck about a bitch nigga

Only nigga worth six figures that still click triggers

On my way to L-A-X, fuck the freeway

Riding through South Central in the 'Wood like I should

But I'm a Compton nigga, west side monster nigga

You should know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas

Call Big-U and we gon' see 'bout that vagina in you

You don't bang huh? Yea, that's that out-of-towner in you

My niggas eat late night, Mel's Diner menu

You a shooter? Better have that North Carolina in you

I had wolves at all kinds of venues

Dub's show I let the snub show, shall I continue?

Fuckin' niggas up like it's '05

Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and cosigned

Talkin' out your neck, get you buried in no time

I heard you niggas looking for me, Blood

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae]

You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw

Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah

Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs

[Verse 2: The Game]

Nip be where the Crips be, Skeme be where the bloods be

Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a fuck if niggas cuz me

Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood beef

Same color rag, still layin' where the subs be

[mumbling] Naw fuck that nigga

I'll have a prostitute open the trunk and cut that nigga

I'll have a couple crooked cops come and touch that nigga

Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck that nigga

Life is crazy, huh? Yeah, my life is crazy

Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you, baby

Bury you in my backyard, shit, I'm sittin' on five acres

You wanna go to war? I got the paper

Nigga, wanna fade? I got the taper

Nigga, want to shoot? I got the laser

Any bitch that want to fuck, I gotta tape it

And I don't put no tints on my whip

One strap, full clip, nigga!

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae]

You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw

Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch yeah

Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window

Gang signs

Part 2: 80's and Cocaine

[Bridge: Sonyae]

Bullets coming through the windows and the walls

That's on the set, all my niggas on call

Don't pray for me, pray for them niggas

Menace to society, I'm like Lorenz, nigga

I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain

Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine

I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain

Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine

[Verse 3: The Game]

Ayo, I wake up, put on chronic like bitches makeup

Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to break up

.38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast

Six bitches at my kitchen table ass naked

I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, nigga, I'm reckless

Iced out Playboy pendant hangin' from my necklace

Used to take a brick, chop that bitch up in sections

Pack it in the car like it's Mexican, no flexin'

It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that

On Wimbleton and Brazil in my Impala with the top back

Where my nigga Top at? Remember them days before you

And Rock brought Watts back? We was in Stevenson

Village in front your crib, nigga, leanin' like a top hat

Ordering Tommy burgers with everything, cop back

My Glock fat nina Ross Akon black

Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm

BLAT!