Ugh. C’mon – Straight from the 9-1-6
Where my H.O.G.’z at? Where my H.O.G.’z at?
Hang su’m Swang su’m
Souljah Sevin get em’ ready

I creep round creased down
When it get low, sag
I ... Bounce
Drag like a 6-4 rack
SACKTOWN
Y’all know the game by now
In a sense I’m hated then twizzle my name by now
So it’s the 4 to the 3 to the H to the O to the G from the
S to the A to the C and uh
I bring the capital city express straight to the chest
How many claim to have game but never score?
Let my junk knock like the Raven…. Nevermore
Let it pour too deep for the levy, rep Christ somethin' heavy
Keep the switches on yo Chevy
Let it hang, watch the concrete ripple
It’s a Cali thing main so we keep the gold triple
To the street scholers who want mo for they dollers
Golden State ballers dip in Impalas with gold collers

Chorus:
This is for the... Chuck T’s, French braids and Dickies
The Ol’ School lows to the souped up 50’s
From the... sunshine to the sea-side fog
Hang su’m main, Swang su’m H.O.G

Uh, Let it be known I’m from Cali boy
(What part?)
Sacramento Valley boy
I thought you knew
I’m deep in the street like Avon
And I keep the hood hot like a keg o’ Napalm
Critique the content
I don’t gang bang
I stay with the streets so I won’t change slang
Stay up out my face with this every day same thang
I don’t pull licks, I don’t slang Caine
I don’t “Sip Syrup” I don’t “Blaze Jane”
And the ride I let hang don’t mean a dang thang
I’m sick o’ all these haters out here tryin to take aim
Mad cuz the young H.O.G. tryin to maintain
Ain’t a thang changed but my heart and soul
Still, I love bendin' blocks lettin' it bark and roll
Legit paper, still I gotta dodge patrol
PD wants to see me on parole
Fa sho
Is my life all-good?
No!
But the Lord is my shepherd everywhere I go
Valley stripes, phat chrome pipes - Whoa!
Four-barrel heater, 6.6 liter – Roll!

Chorus:
This is for the... Chuck T’s, French braids and Dickies
The Ol’ School lows to the souped up 50’s
From the... sunshine to the sea-side fog
Hang su’m main, Swang su’m H.O.G