Whats happenin, shit I know somethin happenin
Cuz everything's moving

[Verse 1: Trip Locc]
I know you're ready, so let the Twinz into your mind (peekaboo)
I caught you sleepin on the weather we be creepin
Through the backstreet droppin off sack of this G shit
(hold onto your horses cuz you get the same that she gets)
Nothing but a little, too much it'd be a simp
Livin next to PCH had my way like a pimp (say ho)
So I trips with the skirts at night thankin god
For another day smokin on that weed to pass the time away
Nuthin to do but get high, make a hit
Urban life got me wantin to do some criminal shit
No job, so I'm loungin with my doggs and loccs
Playin space domino a dirty rick rack jokes
A familiar routine, no call so I'm stuck
Inside the P-A lookin bored as fuck
Tryin to get this rap shit flowin to a T with Warren G
Forever love for my homeys who looked after me
While I was down cuz hard times had a choke hold
Mashed like potatoes 24 but I stay strong

[Hook : Warren G, Wayniac, (Twinz)] x2
Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long
Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh
Times up, sorry I kept you
(This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to)