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