Goddamn, a nigga clean/ Hey, we keep it bumpin� drinkin� and smokin� good tryin� to get into something/ Bendin� corners with this Cleveland funk and everybody and they Mama got us in the trunk, pimp status/ These bitches at us/ We official, thugs is packin� pistols, cuttin� with presicion, blaze cleaner than whistles and we glidin�/ Fine flash screens while we slidin�/ These bitches think it�s fuckin� they ain�t hidin�
-Ken Dawg-
They go ridin� comin� down chop chop rims, look good to them head doctors, wheel watchers/ Them boys out there on them bikes, scooters, playin� with them toys/ Old shoes out there, candy paint, duelies makin� all that noise/ Right here up in Cleveland, baby, lower east side comin� corners/ Catch them chickens bent over/ And I ride pimpin� this the life ridin� through the 2-1-6 status about what you drivin� uh and who got chips yeah
-Chorus-
That�s how we rollin� in my city (In my city, baby) Just have a good time out here livin� (Out here livin�) How you get down is your decision (Is your decision) We blowin� droll so come get with me (Come get with me)
-Ken Dawg-
This game here justifiable, 12�s laible to come out the trunk and punch that funk we ridin� good smokin� some skunk/ They out here tough, it ain�t nothin� that don�t stop the choppin�/ They can run the place and watch me long as they don�t stop me/ Chrome you can see from the back of your backyard drop/ XLR�s tops, retrackable hard/ Come to get it, Cleveland love me but its� grimey/ Still got your haters hatin� if you doin� it shinin� shinin�
-Dirty Red-
We got trucks and ol� schools up here sittin� on chrome and they tryin� to do they thang for the summer is gone and the bitches walk ten blocks just to get attention/ Niggas got they chests out talkin� about what they benchin�/ Say we kickin� it at the festival bitches eatin� they vegetables tryin� to get they figure right/ Say, bitch get a nigga right cause we can ride hop off in the passenger side cauze this pimpin� ain�t never this pimpin� ain�t never died
-Chorus-
-Ken Dawg-
Blowin� smoke, styrofome cups aint talkin� much/ Maybe sing along with the songs while we sparkin� up/ Head bobbin� to the beat, rememberin� how it used to be/ Lovin� life, livin� right, glad to see us finally eat/ Got to take it step by step, solidify my spot, I come along way so these days I appreciate what I got, got to love my block cauze they loved me �fore I was hot/ How I�m supposed to forget that when I make it to the top
-Dirty Red-
Nigga, we funkdafied, so enjoy it and ride from many years of payin� dues/ Now I�m livin� the life, let me feel good to ride brand new, new shoes on a new coupe/ Fresh cut and a new suit carry the block if I carry rocks glistenin� bored kids ain�t listenin� but you got to love �em cauze we brought �em through the storm/ And when I hot the hood I see �em comin like a swarm
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Ken Dawg album Exclusive Underground
