Released: February 10, 2010
Songwriter: Curren$y
Producer: Rhythm D
You know I got love for the West Coast
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga
Cannon, Cannon
Cannon
Some concerns bitch
Act like you know
Uh
I'm still
Sixteen switchin'
Still back bumper scraping
Patty-caking, frame to the pavement
They been looking for me, I bene on MTV lately
Chasing paper, macking to the latest
Smoking out vapor, riders
Laser red eyes, sun out where I'm driving
Dropping my visor
With my bad bitch, she a rider
Weed in the grinder, mind on a million
Patio on top of the building
Owning this shit, not renting
That's the shit that I'm spitting
I could pimp an alley-oop (?) I'm sitting
At the Hornet's game, and I'm eying them groupie bitches
You dealing with some real mothfucking Gs
Say I ain't the best, we'll mother fucking see
(Hold on mama)
Jets in this bitch, twist the mother fucking trees
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga
Cannon, Cannon
Cannon
Some concerns bitch
Act like you know
Uh
I'm still
Sixteen switchin'
Still back bumper scraping
Patty-caking, frame to the pavement
They been looking for me, I bene on MTV lately
Chasing paper, macking to the latest
Smoking out vapor, riders
Laser red eyes, sun out where I'm driving
Dropping my visor
With my bad bitch, she a rider
Weed in the grinder, mind on a million
Patio on top of the building
Owning this shit, not renting
That's the shit that I'm spitting
I could pimp an alley-oop (?) I'm sitting
At the Hornet's game, and I'm eying them groupie bitches
You dealing with some real mothfucking Gs
Say I ain't the best, we'll mother fucking see
(Hold on mama)
Jets in this bitch, twist the mother fucking trees