Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kurupt
Kurupt
Vocals
Baby S
Baby S
Vocals
Butch Cassidy
Butch Cassidy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilliam
Kevin Gilliam
Songwriter
Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Songwriter
Andre Wilson
Andre Wilson
Songwriter
Casey Wilson
Casey Wilson
Songwriter
David Ivy Ware
David Ivy Ware
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kurupt
Kurupt
Producer
Joseph Marone
Joseph Marone
Producer
Battlecat
Battlecat
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Zzz, zzz, zzz, zzz, ow, ooh, ooh
This for all y'all, all y'all, all over, all over
Bounce, rock, roller-skatin' (****, bitches, homies)
Bounce, rock, roller-skatin' (Ladies)
Dippin' down the street on platinum Daytons
[Verse 2]
I been all around the world, Japan to Amsterdam
Hit 'em like switches
Dippin', hit the switches, which is
One reason why I gotta make mine
'Cause these fools on the street tryin' to take mine
Wassup, lady
Times is gettin' shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
That's why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of caine (Check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to a tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez
Ridin' with the young OGs (OGs)
Dippin' down to Shaw, fuck all of y'all
As we bounce, rock, skate on threes
[Verse 3]
We can freak it
Freak if you want to
May dine if you want to
But communicate and you know (Sex and Power)
That we can freak it
Freak if you want to
May dine if you want to
But communicate and you know
[Verse 4]
Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine
Livin' life in my rear view
S, **** hear you
About to drop the bomb
Record one and blue calm and Yukons
And John hook my shit up bomb
Who controllin'?
Rollin' with my **** from the Pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a G once more
He once flowed for free
Now it's all about the Gs and he
[Verse 5]
Oh yeah
Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis, ****, fuck jeans
I'm sure all the Gs know what I mean
Lil locs, young Gs and OGs
We on the smash for cash and that's it
We hit the stash and dash and that's it
We don't flash, we mash, we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch, but uh
[Verse 6]
We can freak it
Freak if you want to
May dine if you want to
But communicate and you know (Sex and Power)
That we can freak it
Freak if you want to
May dine if you want to
But communicate and you know
[Verse 7]
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
Give it up ****, throw it up ****
[Verse 8]
Why you trippin' wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
We just by my Glock, combinin' knots
I got me somebody bad as shit
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin' down the street in the sky-blue Bentley
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies and made a left
But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh
[Verse 9]
We can freak it
Freak if you want to
May dine if you want
But communicate and you know (Sex and Power)
That we can freak it
Freak if you want to
May dine if you want
But communicate and you know
[Verse 10]
Battlecat, why you make a beat like this?
Baby S, what?
Kurupt, Young Gotti
R.A.W. dawg
[Verse 11]
All the ladies
Driving Mercedes
All the ****
In your Bentleys
We wear khakis
We all real Gs
To all my OGs
Written by: Baby S, Butch Cassidy, Kurupt
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