[Featuring 40 Thevz]



Chorus:



I Got One Mo Switch I Can Hit



I Got One Mo Bullet In My Clip



I Got One Mo Drink I Can Steal



I Got One Mo Sack I Can Twist



Verse 1 Coolio:



I Wear A "S" On My Chest



I Prefer My Vest



And If The Chronic Run Out Loc Pass The Stress



Cause All I Wanna Do Is Just Roll My Things



Turn Up The Alphine And Let The Woofers Bang Bang



To The Boogie Say Up Jump The Boogie



He Was Tryin' To Get A Grip On My Cookies



I Shook Thee



I Coulda Took Him, But He Wadn't Even Worth A Bullet



I Had My Finger On The Trigger, But I Couldn't Pull It



From Defamation To Desimation



Every Day Is Like Summer Vacation



A Nigga Couldn't Wait For Somethin Good To Put In Yo Kenwood



Turn It Up To Twenty-one, And Bop It In Your Hood



I'm A Eastside Nigga (Nigga)



Gotta Have Sprilla (Sprilla)



Do Or Die, Low Down, Real Life Killa (Killa)



They Comin' Through The Hold On Tip Toe



You Swear, So



I Gotta Get Your Grip, Hoe



Chorus



Verse 2, 40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P.S.):



Yes, Yes, Y'all (Yes Y'all)



40 Thevz In The House, With A Fifth Y'all (Fifth Y'all)



Better Recognize A Tennis Shoe Pimp, Y'all (Pimp Y'all)



When I'm Rollin' Through Your Hood In My Six, Ohhhh, That Be You



When Our Four Colors Rock, Front And Ass Out



All The Riders Shake And Smile When They See Me Hit The Block



Your Sounds Ain't Beatin



So Your Girls Ain't Freakin



Watch Your Fly, Got The Whole Post Meetin



Hit 'em In Their Eyes



And Go Suicides



Later, Pump Them On The Ground Just To Show 'em What It's Like



To Hit The Mic For A Licken



Hell No, I Ain't Trippin



Cause I Kinda Like Pimpin