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[Intro] Westside East, to the fuckin South Gangstas [Verse 1] Hoo-bangin like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog The khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis 2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John Gottis See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride But I don't see nothing wrong, so I hit and shake the spot G's from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk From the trunk to the ear as the 12 vegas bump I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc' Chronic got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons Cut the braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I'm schemin It's action-packed shit for your whole fuckin clique West Coast G's ain't the niggas to be fuckin with S.C. Cartel dwells in the slums slangin crumbs Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel hum BiAtch [Chorus] All day everyday I don't give a fuck SongtexteLong as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through L.A., what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through CHICAGO, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me [Verse 2] Rollin in a low-low but I'm not solo My heat is a H.K., underlay the plus A Cappin your ass quicker than a G So that's who I rolls with when I'm twistin D's My dress code's casual, you know the routine Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella clean My low-low's wet, so what's next nigga I can hit a switch and make you wreck nigga Fuckin with a young vet nigga Ain't nuthin goin on but the gangsta South Central's finest, Murder Squad's finest Try to take my low-low, I be seein 24 low-low With a L, that's on my baby girl You hear these bullets hummin, comin atcha They'll snatch ya, caught up in a rapture Fuckin with me the O.G. from the S.C., swap meet dweller Quick to pull the heat in your cellar [Chorus] All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through ATLANTA, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through ST.LOUIS, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me [Verse 3] Ta-dow! How you like me now As I skate in a rag 8 with Mc Eiht Collectin stripes, dumpin all night We too tight as we ride, slide With the heat on my side A .45'll knock your ass closer to the sky Nigga you best to break fast like juice Lettin 32 loose from the carbon deuce-deuce Fuck a truece, 'cause when I go y'all gots to bury me In my Chuck T's, Khakis and B.V.T. Y'all feelin me, still a G Cold drop the four and roll to the store for 'gnac I gets bent like that Rata-tat-tat from Mac 10's, hit the corner and spin On them D's, yellin: 'Fuck you G, nigga this's S.C.C.' We regulates the S.C., I puts it down for C.C. With baby Nine next to me fool, and when we dump We're head-huntin for punks, so you better try To play rug and lie [Chorus] All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through TEXAS, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through OAKLAND, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through ILLTOWN, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks Rollin through MACKTOWN, what do I see ? A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me All day everyday I don't give a fuck Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks All over the WESTCOAST, what do I see ? A gang of G niggas dressed just like me Aus Songtexte Mania