I Only Wear My White Tees Once (Remix)

West Coast, twist it up

Southern Cali' and Northern Cali' done connected

The originators of this hyphy shit (Rick Rock)

Ah, yeah man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout (hey, hey, hey, hey)

You know we had to do the remix, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (West Coast) (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hyphy movement without Federation like the desert without the sand (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout (go, go, go, go)

And you know I gotta come with my homeboys (go, go, go, go)

Man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, from Southern Cal', man (go, go, go, go)

We gon' get down lil' bit like this (go, go, go)

I dive (I dive), I dip (I dip)

I walk the walk and just skip, skip, skip, skip, skip, skip, skip, skip

Hold up Rick Rock that's old, let me switch the flow (a'ight, fo' sho')

Dub-C off that gangsta lean, shit (hey)

Off that Federation remix (hey)

All day every day we blaze hay (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Bang from L.A. to thе Bay, C-A (hey, hey, hey, hey)

I was born to ball and big sling

Here comes thе big ball-hitter, holding my ding-a-ling

Only my man, don't ask if he shoot (uh-huh)

Rag hangin' out the GT coupe (get 'em out)

Ain't no better than this Westside veteran

Tec-Nine-carryin', dirty money-buryin' (uh-huh)

Disrespect and I bury ya (I bury ya)

Dub-C, and I fucks with the Yay' Area

The original shady, stolen, icy wrist (woo)

Triple-creased white tee, crisp, trip (woo, woo)

Back on that shiesty shit

Federation started (yeah) this hyphy shit - we dip!

L.A. fornicatin' with the Bay

Nine months later, everybody federatin'

White tees and khakis, we mixin' it up (whoa, whoa)

Low-lows and scrapers, we open 'em up (w-w-w-whoa)

Head for the locker 'fore I chase for dub

Fuck school, middle fingers, hit 'em with the dub (whoa)

Show Southern Cal' how we dummy it out

Ghost-ride the whip and stay gold-grilled-out (yeah, yeah)

Dub-C told me we would bridge the gap

And all that we needed was a Rick Rock slap (whoa)

Spit it uncut like we chews the trap

And watch how the gangstas salute and dap, 'cause we dip! (Yeah)

I dip (I dip), I stunt (I stunt)

I only wear my white tees once (go, whoa)

Roll trees (roll trees), blow blunts (blow blunts)

Open my mouth, show these hoes my fronts (remix)

I dip (I dip), I stunt (I stunt)

I only wear my white tees once (go, whoa)

Roll trees (roll trees), blow blunts (blow blunts) (yeah)

Open my mouth, show these hoes my fronts (remix)

Crisp white tee, so cool, no shades (go, go, go, go)

The model in my scraper ain't ate in three days (go, go, go, go)

Keep them block shootin', next in the yard (oh, shred, oh, shred, aye)

Forties with a belt still saggin' hella hard (oh, shred, aye)

We go dummy, got grapes in the baggie

Most of my homies ain't got no daddy (go, go)

Quit tryna be hyphy, you a lame

The boy from the Bay, like Orenthal James

Stunner shades, it's a pill on me

I got a crush on a broad that go to USC (yeah)

You can catch me on the block burnin' rubber (ah, uh)

Tryna get money like Rev Run brother, and I dip

And I'm a rider, paper-chaser from the group Tha Alkaholiks

Wear my white tee once and throw that shit up in the garbage

Hit the Slauson with a knot and got everybody tweakin'

Give me nine double-X's, that'll last me through the weekend (uh, come on)

The flawless night crawler, ain't another **** like me

Pop a bottle, do my dance catastrophe be gettin' hyphy

Long Island Iced Tea, that's my medication (whoa)

Y'all can stare from over there, I'm fuckin' with the Federation

I dip (I dip), I stunt (I stunt)

I only wear my white tees once (go, whoa)

Roll trees (roll trees), blow blunts (blow blunts)

Open my mouth, show these hoes my fronts (Remix)

I dip (I dip), I stunt (I stunt)

I only wear my white tees once (go, whoa)

Roll trees (roll trees), blow blunts (blow blunts)

Open my mouth, show these hoes my fronts (remix) (whoa)

I'ma teach you how to get hyphy (starlets)

I'ma show you how to get hyphy (swippers)

I'ma teach you how to get hyphy (white tees)

I'ma show you how to get hyphy (stand up tall)

I'ma teach you how to get hyphy (sold shows)

I'ma show you how to get hyphy (show models)

I'ma teach you how to get hyphy (thick hoes)

I'ma show you how to get hyphy (whoa)

Yeah, we throwin' up a big-ass W

West Coast and white tees, that means trouble, fool

Beast pimp, go diablo

Do my own casting with a grown top-notch (whoa, whoa)

Under my four-club, four-four snub' (tu-tu-tu-tu)

Three-X tall, I'm young, but I'm so grown-up (yes)

No buttons (no buttons), and no collars

Still pop greasy, talk I.T. up out her daughter

The B (B), the A (A), the Y (Y)

Hyphy, we go dumb and all that, boy

We done cliqued with Rick, bitch, you know how we Rock

All on my shirt like Pac off top

Yeah, S.P. gangster elite, ride extremity

Bang gang bleeding with some Southern-Cal chemistry (battle Loc!)

Rick Rock got 'em out the club and the low-lows

Scrapers and the grapes, bitches, Porsches, and the winos (go, go)

And I'm oh-so Cal' (oh-so Cal')

Oh, so west, oh so South, wow

Six-one Nina Ross

Cheech and Chong purple burn it in a bong (huh)

Battle Loc on deck

Tyrannosaurus Rex, real gangster vet, 'Zilla!

Blowin' fire to a track (track)

Burnin' all the rubber off your tires when I rap, boom! (Boom!)

You wanna tune my mambo

Friend was a monster, party monster

Saggin' and draggin' is all I know (all I know)

Everybody see me like, "There he go" (there he go)

See-saw in a cutout coupe

Girls wavin' at me like, "Is that Snoop?" Nah (uh)

It's your neighborhood mobster

Extra-long white tee, Black Sinatra (let's go)

Y-Yeah

Fed' Gang (take that white tee off)

Lookin' dingy 'round the collar

West Coast