Come on y'all, hey
  And this how we gon' do it
  
  How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
  Ho's get down like you live you know the business
  How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
  Ho's get down like you live...
  
  Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin' with these
  Muthafuckas always makin' the cheese
  187's for the triggers we squeeze
  Fool please, like a bitch
  Drop to your knees
  Be the bad-ass fool in the game
  All the ho's be scream my name
  Throwin' that ass, it's a damn shame
  Must the game
  So a nigga be bringin' the pain
  Ho's
  Still stand too tall and never fallin'
  Player haters perpetrate
  Standin' too close because we ballin'
  No competition
  But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0
  Lay back in the cut
  Get sucked and fucked
  By a gang of hoodrat ho's
  Thought you knew
  The way we bring it to you it's on the real
  From the days of wayback packin' my strap
  On the West Side of the hill
  Always chill with a gang of ho's
  Cluck cluck pesos everyday
  Be the bomb, show you love
  So all the skirts head my way
  P-A-I-D, no T-L-C
  Hell no, we never beg
  Take the dick down your throat
  Don't choke and open up them legs
  Nuff said
  Presidents dead cause you know
  That be's the business
  Get down like you live cause y'all check it, what what is this
  
  How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
  Ho's get down like you live you know the business
  How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
  Ho's get down like you live you know the business
  How you likin' me now, hey
  How you likin' me now, uh, geah one two
  How you likin' me now, geah, hey, geah
  
  I know the story's all the same
  But the names have changed so y'all can peeps my mission
  Nigga gone off the weed
  Tryin' to feed with speed and take my damn position
  Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on
  While he stabbin'
  I'm laughin'
  My nigga just got his duck on
  Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong
  With a pocket full of stones
  Rib bones and greenery, that's blown
  Home grown, watch your tone
  Homeboy you can't be from round here
  Westside 'bout it 'bout it, we blowin' chronic all year
  No fear
  For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts
  Don't fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon' get hurt
  More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin' cheese, you know?
  And y'all can't fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0
  If you knew
  Then I guess its your time to straight go
  While you layin' in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho'
  I thought you knew
  About this time
  We gotta get money
  I gotta get mine
  
  Chorus...
  
  Hey
  Come on y'all
  Half Ounce in the house one time
  Come on y'all, hey
  X-fact's in the house two times
  Come on y'all, hey
  How you likin' us now, geah