Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this (hold up)

Verse 1
Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom, now I'm on top
Pocket full of guacamole and that nola
The windows on the continental tinted cocaine colored, it's a dope ride
Them dope boys outside
Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats [bad word] paraphenelia inside that back pack
If you want it we got it, that's where them goods at
Nickelson Gardens, project parties
Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi
Guns, enemies [bad word] through, spark them
Throw em in a dumpster; you loved one, you lost him
I don't dance I just boogie a lot
No dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot
White tee under that back against the wall
West coast rocking on the beat, now I'm telling y'all
 [bad word] 
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this (homie)
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it, gangbang to it

Verse 2
Look, I know some bad [bad word] [bad word] that go hard on it
Addicted to that , they be traveling in packs
They be off that X, and they'll let you [bad word] fast if you got some cess
I ain't gon lie about it
I ain't [bad word] [bad word] to my block boy [bad word] to [bad word] s kitchen, we bring that heat to you
Too much of a real [bad word] not to see through you
Wet him like faucet, bullet sink through you
They speed through you, they eat through you
Two lullaby burners, let em sing to you
The harmony of it is pleasure to your ears
You got to love it (nah) you got to hate it
I got to be my hometown favourite
Watts representer, say hello your mayor
Everybody put them Ws in the air
May I show you the plan I lay out
My disc will never play out, I tell y'all to
 [bad word] 

Verse 3
Swing your elbows and Taylors, the shell-toes
Kush blunts all in the air, I smell those
Cop the swap meets to freaks on Melrose
This is California, killers on them corners
From Long Beach to Inglewood, Hollywood
Back down, them gangsters will be on you
Block hot as a sauna
We in the club, zoning, Patroning
My knuckleheads roaming, they on and we on it
It's jerkin, poppin, brackin, whatever you want to call it
What's happening, we smashing, crashing your hood
My [bad word] what's good?
Staying sucker-free, just as well as you should
I pull up in that [bad word] big [bad word] [bad word] What the [bad word]  I'm on
Where your [bad word]  She's gone with a real [bad word] I hop out that ho asking how you feel [bad word] I press blood; throw your sets up!