Elbows

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 paraphernalia inside that back pack

If you want it, we got it, this where them goods at

Nickerson Gardens, project parties

Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi, guns

Enemies that come through, spark 'em

Throw 'em in a dumpster

Your loved one, you lost them

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 tellin' y'all

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you wanna 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 gang bang to it

Gang bang to it

Look, I know some bad ass bitches that go hard on it

Addicted to that sex

They be traveling in packs

They be off that X

And they'll let you fuck fast if you got some cess

I ain't gon' lie about it

I ain't bullshittin'

Come to my block, boy

Welcome to Hell's Kitchen

We bring that heat to you

Too much of a real ****, 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 gotta love it, you gotta hate it

I gotta be my hometown favorite

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

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you wanna 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 gang bang to it

Gang bang to it

Swing your elbows and Taylors are 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 gangstas will be on you

Block, hot as a sauna

We in the club, zoning

Patroning

We on and we on it

It's jerkin' it's poppin', backin'

Whatever you wanna call it

What's happening, we smashing, crashing your hood

My **** what's good?

Stayin' sucker-free, just as well as you should

I pull up in that motherfucking big-ass truck

What the fuck?

I'm on, where your bitch?

She gone with a real ****

I hop up out that ho askin' how you feel, ****?

I press blood

Throw your sets up

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you wanna 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 gang bang to it

Gang bang to it