Yee (feat. Too $hort & Budda)

That's the call of my thugs When they step up in the club they go, yee When you hit the prison bricks From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee You can catch me in the traffic In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee If it's lookin like some static We gon' bust them automatics like, yee My area code grow some of the best weed in the world My ninja we ain't no punk They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice Cause we always smell like skunk Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, or e'ry time you see me Bendin co'ners, in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi Pimpin the law up on us, Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law Always pullin me over and searchin my fuckin car Searchin my glutteus maximus, flashlight in my drawers Actin like some batches-es, thinkin I got raw Doin it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist a lid Smoke a spliff, or a beer, push a wig, 'bout my nig Everybody wanna talk that talk Wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark Everybody wanna pop that pop Wanna drop that stop with a pillowtop I get a call from Young Bop, he up out my zone He said yo' Hillside nigga Ned on his way home I said well tell him to call me I love his ass to death Any nigga hatin we gon' take his last breath That's the call of my thugs When they step up in the club they go, yee When you hit the prison bricks From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee You can catch me in the traffic In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee, beotch If it's lookin like some static We gon' bust them automatics like, yee, beotch It's yo' potnah from the town mayne I see y'all doin it big, you gettin down mayne Yeah, I fuck with the V, Richmond know me Wherever niggas ballin that's where bitches gon' be You can go across the bridge, fuckin with a bitch Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be Everybody got straps that shoot you or me I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you Whassup? Yeah, pimpin, I got my thang too And it's cool, 'cause I know you know it I ain't even gotta pull it, I ain't even gotta show it Don't blow it, that's what a black man's thinkin I'll be layin underground in a casket stinkin If I slip, I gotta keep my poise You hear that eight-oh-eight bumpin Man what's all that noise? That's the call of my thugs When they step up in the club they go, yee When you hit the prison bricks From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee You can catch me in the traffic In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee If it's lookin like some static We gon' bust them automatics like, yee Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend You said that do that, pull dat shoot that Now where your crew at, what'chu gon' do next? I'm a West Coast nigga, yee I'm a East Coast nigga, yee I'm a Down South nigga, yee I'm a Midwest nigga, yee That's the call of my thugs When they step up in the club they go, yee When you hit the prison bricks From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee You can catch me in the traffic In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee If it's lookin like some static We gon' bust them automatics like, yee