Lyrics:

Chiefin' on good and Grippin' on Wood
This for my partners, this for my Hood
Pockets on Fat, the Trunk(?) is on Crack
84's pokin' out the new 'lac (×2)
Ta Da
Look who Back
With them 84's pokin' out a brand new 'lac
Super duper car, I pull a superstar
You gon' look, I don't give a fuck who you are
See my rims gon' shine, and the bitch gon' mind
And when I chuck it out the roof, deuce goin' blind(?)
Got trees to blow, and they ease my soul
And Probably by tonight I'm gon' need some more
I'm rollin' with a 10, my dick geta friend
Said she had a man but never mentioned it again
Fabulous times, 'til I'm packin' my 9
Cause you know how mo' fuckas get to action at time[?]
Now I'm in it from the Back, I'm in it from the Front
I think I hit her kidney cause I felt that bitch jump
This is how we do in the town blessed by Screw
Shinin' on Martin Luther King Avenue
Chiefin' on good and Grippin' on Wood
This for my partners, this for my Hood
Pockets on Fat, the Trunk(?) is on Crack
84's pokin' out the new 'lac (×2)
Ta Da
One more again', you now listen to the sounds of the SPM
From a jet black hood, but all bets good
Sunny Side, South Acres, Cloverland, Hillwood
Let the seat Recline, all I see is the Dash
Just tell me when to turn baby, we won't crash
Screwtown Screwtown, city of dreams
What I love about you, a million things
Sippin' syrup n sizzling(?), purple Promethazine
Goin so slow like we rollin' in limousines
Soon as I hit the scene, a nigga get triple jean(?)
Bitches starin' at me like they dyin' to kiss a king
They wanna be Billie Jean and try to combine
Nine months later say his eyes look like mine
Dime(?) in the prime, but I'm MOE, PIMP, SPOG
Chiefin' on good and Grippin' on Wood
This for my partners, this for my Hood
Pockets on Fat, the Trunk(?) is on Crack
84's pokin' out the new 'lac (×2)