Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Something euphoric like I touched the other side
That's how I feel when you let me come inside
Put the ism to the side, let's take a ride
Down the PCH, baby, let's slide
I don't smoke weed, but drink a little lean
She laughed and giggled, Sprite spillin' on her jeans
"Where we goin'?" she asked, I said, "Nowhere"
I put the pedal to the gas, we can go there
'We did it!' sweater, matching blonde hair
Shout out to homie Yams, this is very rare
Sunset with a purple haze
Feelin' way cooler than Fonze on these happy happy
Now '...Marauders' in the deck, listen to grace
She understand gangbangin' ain't a phase
It's a lifestyle, or should I say, a death style
Me, Muggs and No Smiles, we all gettin' down foul
[Verse 2]
With you and I ain't trippin' offa nothin'
I'm with you, ridin' 'round, get into somethin'
I'm with you, don't care 'bout all them other bitches
I'm with you, the shit's boo, yeah, yeah
Somethin' like that
[Verse 3]
Yeah, somethin' like that
You know'm sayin'?
I just like bein' with you, baby
For real though
I'm with you, I'm not with no one else
I'm a real one, it's good to get to know yourself (For real)
Eatin' broccolini, you know wealth is health (Organic)
Indie thug, ain't never sittin' on the shelf (For sure that)
Is it hidden, baby? Go and look it up on yelf (Go look it up, though)
Green curry with the prawns in it
007 on a mission, I'm like Bond with it
The first one, I'm like, "Shorty, you know the guy vintage" (Connery)
When you grow up in the West, there be no simpin' (None of that)
Real pimpin' like it's old-school
Chevrolet, candy paint on the old deuce
Chevrolet, gold Danas on the six-deuce
[Verse 4]
With you and I ain't trippin' offa nothin'
I'm with you, ridin' 'round, get into somethin'
I'm with you, don't care 'bout all them other bitches
I'm with you, the shit's boo, yeah, yeah
Written by: Jay Worthy
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