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This is strictly for them low low’s, el Camino and Chevrolet Impalas  
Bouncing from California all the way to Nicaragua  
Sixteen switches, rides is vicious, bouncing like bad checks  
Candy apple, licorice, twirling a hundred spokes, this one’s for my folks  
Black’s Philippinos, Caucasians, Latinos, gotta know the rules when you up in this game  
If you want a piece of the street, fast and furious fame  
Then yo, mira bro, first of pinta lo, see them windows dogg, tinta lo  
Juice it up wit hydraulics then brinca lo, blast this in the fosgate and let the speakers blow  
In the, Escalade, then escapade, like Janet, to the car show  
Pump the breaks, take first place, smile, then collect the cake  
Dall up the homie E-Dogg, then it’s time to shake  
  
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Bounce, Bounce, Cadillac trucks and jeeps  
From the Bronx to the Compton streets, for the clubs  
Mix shows and my peeps, ahhhh  
Now everybody bounce, bounce  
  
I been know to bring the heat to the instrumental, check the credentials  
My fundamentals essential for reaching killas and thug generals  
In the streets where they packing the heat, creep  
Throw up em gang signs and C-walk to the beat, strictly  
Taking the preaching the word to those smoking the herb  
Sharing the real for em dealers serving crack on the curb, swerve  
To the left then I scrape my plates, now I’m dipping hopping initiating sparks on the interstate  
Feels so great in the golden state, cool breeze from the ocean on the golden gate  
I can’t wait for the weekend we can make it a date, Motorola 2 way  
The homies tell em meet me at eight, at the studio so we can blaze the track  
Like Kobe and Shaq, wit back to back platinum tracks  
We aint quitting yall yo we bringing the heat, like Pacino and Luchiano for the thugs in the streets  
  
Now if ya feeling what I’m saying throw ya hands in the sky  
Party people from California all the way to Hawaii, ATL and South Beach where the mamis look fine  
To the streets of Spanish Harlem for my peeps in NY  
Mexicano o Cubano, Panameno, Columbiano, Argentino, Chileno, Nicoya o Puerto Riceno  
Yo it don’t really matter this a T-Bone party  
So throw ya hands up in the sky mama move ya body  
No Bacardi, Hennessey, Chronic, beer or Chocolate tie  
Why? Cuz this is how we do it when we naturally high  
Now watch me rock like Nirvana, what up mama I’m the don dada known to mix it up like Santana

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