 Rollin' rockin', get the pop up with ya Ain't nobody get to fightin' with ya Ain't nobody get to poopin' with ya And none of the n***a can nobody catch ya Wild n***a from the wild side DC n***a, so I'm real dry Yeah, yeah, got the montage From the east side to the west side Super fake with the hoes down Countin' money with the bras down G-star from my pants, leg, leg, leg, leg With the score up now Skrrt, skrrt in the cool, huh As I show it with the door, huh I ain't really mean to fall in love with a hood, but it's yours I will be right by your shoulder, babe