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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Kamau Georges
Kamau Georges
Background Vocals
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Willy Northpole
Willy Northpole
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clinton Sparks
Clinton Sparks
Songwriter
William Adams
William Adams
Songwriter
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Jayceon Taylor
Jayceon Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clinton Sparks
Clinton Sparks
Producer
Kamau Georges
Kamau Georges
Producer
Joshua Monroy
Joshua Monroy
Recording Engineer
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots
Got scooped up by Game, so I hopped up in the coup
Ahh, what up ****? What the hell is goin' on?
I'm tryna ease back and get my head in the zone
[Verse 2]
Where the fuck you tryna go? ****, this yo city
Anywhere, I'm just tryna see some ass and titties
So, fool, mash the gas, the night is young
All bullshit aside, I'm tryna have some fun
[Verse 3]
Hit the hop in Lakewood, or ride down Slawson
Or the casino, they say, it's just like Compton
Really doesn't matter long as shots don't rang out
****, I stay strapped, I'on't wanna pull the thang out
[Verse 4]
Well keep the heat, heat right up under the seat
And let's roll to Roscoe's and grab something to eat
But check your rearview mirror, I swear somebody's followin'
Rollin' in that dark blue SS Impala and
[Verse 5]
All up on the bumper, man, I'm just saying
Tell me you know this ****, naw they better stop playin'
He sped up around and drove right in front of us
Could be one-time just tryna bust one of us
[Verse 6]
Till he smashed the brakes and we almost hit him
Throwin' signs out the window like something was wrong with him
Before we jump out and get ready to clown
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 7]
Keep one eye open 'cause the streets don't sleep
If the streets get hungry, then the streets gon' eat
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 8]
Call up the homies, it's about to go down
Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 9]
Somebody tell Luda, I'm on the way now
Just that that one size twelve Air Force One in the A-Town
And you know where I'm headed, to the Lenox mall
To get it done, head to toe, NWA style
[Verse 10]
Keep it gangsta from the waist down
And this chrome tre pound got me feelin' Atlanta brave now
Disturbing the peace, I'll let the lead spray
I'm startin' to love this place, they even got red clay
[Verse 11]
Hit a different strip club everyday
And I done make it rain, it's a hurricane on the way
And I got the A-Town pump
It'll make ya whole body do the A-Town Stomp
[Verse 12]
Then it's off to the Waffle House
And pancake mix ain't the only thing comin' out her mouth
And the forty-two Ds comin' out her blouse
Her baby daddy comin' in, Game get out the house
[Verse 13]
And keep one eye open 'cause the streets don't sleep
If the streets get hungry, then the streets gon' eat
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 14]
Call up the homies, it's about to go down
Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 15]
Yeah, I'm in a real life movie, so this is take three
When Luda step foot out in Phoenix AZ
Superbowl, super hoes, rappers on stroll
So I put the call in to Willy North Pole
[Verse 16]
Big homie, I gotcha, stick to ya like a cactus
Welcome to the bird city, Cris, take off ya jacket
I know you kinda used to big booties in the club
But ain't nothin' wrong to have a lil' salsa in ya blood
[Verse 17]
I seen a couple thugs with some bitch tendencies
My town, but I still got Phoenix enemies
Haters wanna stop him and I really wanna pop 'em
But it's hard to fight back when you got a album dropping
[Verse 18]
We in south Phoenix, **** Africa bang
Matta fact, Cris, tuck in ya Africa chain
'Cause I see some **** starin' at us with a lame frown
I'ma call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 19]
Keep one eye open 'cause the streets don't sleep
If the streets get hungry, then the streets gon' eat
That's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
[Verse 20]
Call up the homies, it's about to go down
Yeah, call up the homies, it's about to go down
Yeah, that's why I keep some heat and a couple of rounds
****, call up the homies, it's about to go down
Written by: Christopher Bridges, Clinton Sparks, Jayceon Taylor, The Game, William Adams
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