Westside west coast
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Just like the gypsies slammin' up to a whip
Bossin' in these streets, ain't got no worries
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Got some extra mats here, we ballin', huh?
Hit the bitches, servin' bitches for a G, huh?
If you see me in the winter doin' eight
Doin' Cali boy, alley boy, where the homies crazy
Sittin' by the corner, countin' paper, gettin' lazy
Gotta keep it swazy for the way them streets made it
If you don't understand, this conversation is roomy
If you ain't about grindin', you can get a bunch of shoes
Gotta stay focused, hit the metal, switchin' lanes
Switchin' lovin' on the thighs, bumpin' block, gettin' brain
Can't hit no three-wheel motion
Pumpin' on the Nicki while I'm sippin' on that potion
Pull up in the armrest, heels in the visor
The door is cool, but the Magnum's what I ride with
I'm back in the H-Town where they make you lay down
Bloods of blood, now them thugs in your face now
Dirty money stankin' on a wooden coffee table
Safe full of ammo, old school in a stable, stable
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Just like the gypsies slammin' up to a whip
Bossin' in these streets, ain't got no worries
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Got stacks to match the gear we bought in, huh?
Hella bitches, seven bitches, for a G, huh?
This for them G's comin' through, stackin' hella dollars
This for them pimps comin' through, poppin' pill collars
This for them pimps comin' through, make them beat their feet
This for them gangsters comin' through, squeezin' Melanin
That's how we do it from the H-Town to the Caddy
Fuckin' with a nigga like me with boss status
On suburb shit, have you heard shit?
We the hitter, ticket worth two mil, bitch
And still rollin' in the bucket, sayin' fuck it
Dippin' in the clover on some grind shit, fuckin'
Ten toes in the hood, gotta stay reppin'
A botanical ecology, haterism duckin'
But they stand no chance, and still receivin' advances
Checkin' dealers in, they ignore circumstances
Breakin' brick with G's, rockin' cola leaves
Big shots, pink knockin' sidewalk beat
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
The stack of chips is explanatory
Bossin' in the streets, ain't got no worries
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause
Got stacks to match, yeah, we ballin', huh?
Hella bitches servin' bitches for a G's, huh?
Still puttin' shit down, still lockin' my block
Cut that bullshit out, I'll be cockin' my block
And I really don't care if you like it or not
And if them niggas try to plot, I'll be bustin' them shots
We the realest down south, nigga, you ain't heard
Bout them bars, it's the word, got a handful of birds
And I know you observed, we ain't fuckin' with nerds
Flexin' with my clique, we leave your ass in the curb
And we blowin' big, throwin' escalades to birds
Swangin' Langer Lane, every time we swerve
Only runnin' with the dealer, like JT
Trigger D-Red, Big Dez, yeah, that's my nigga
Global Manna, Oak Manna, Southwest Connect
Leave my set upset, we might leave you wet
And we ridin' for the cause, so don't disrespect
We reactin' like the mob, if your ass is dead, nigga
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause, yeah
The stack of chips is mandatory
Bossin' in these streets, ain't got no worries
We ride for the cause, ball for the cause
Pimp for the cause, keep it G for the cause, yeah
Got stacks to match, yeah, we ballin', huh?
Hella bitches servin' bitches for a G's, huh?
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