Lyrics:

This is, this is, this is
Yeah, ayy

Bay area, stand up, hip-hop, you're lookin' at the future
Young wild nigga might mess around and shoot ya
Came in the game like came for the tutors
'Bout to rearrange things, I ain't the same as you losers
I done seen it all from guns this tall to
Bodies getting dumpe, niggas slumped on the wall
From crack in the sack and them cracks in the walls to
Hopping out spending fifty racks in the mall
Yeah, holla at ya boy, baby, I'm not like them
Twenty-two black coupe black rim, ice grin
Ice neck, ice wrist, looking for a nice bitch
Whip cost a hundred grand, the trip is priceless

I got work everywhere, homie, tell me what you need
I got people down south that'll let it go for cheap
I got people up top with a plug on the biz
I got people in the bay, nigga, tell me what it is
You ain't gotta shop around, ho-holla at ya boy
Ho-holla at ya boy, ho-holla at ya boy
You ain't gotta shop around, ho-holla at ya boy
Ho-holla at ya boy, ho-holla at ya boy

Ayy, if he rep that bay, why his swag that way?
Man, the bar so fresh, plus I'm cool like Dre
Yo, my sound so new like it's still in the wrapper
The rumors so true, yes, I'm killin these rappers
Headed down south with a car full of clappers
Inside my trunk all white like pampers
Get it off quickly, headed back swiftly
Heard them boys on me but they'll never get me, no
Who the truth, mama, let them know
That I keep two nines like Gretzy though
The young nigga with the Pesci flow, that's good, fella
Catch me in the hood, fella, get it understood, fella

I got work everywhere, homie, tell me what you need
I got people down south that'll let it go for cheap
I got people up top with a plug on the biz
I got people in the bay, nigga, tell me what it is
You ain't gotta shop around, ho-holla at ya boy
Ho-holla at ya boy, ho-holla at ya boy
You ain't gotta shop around, ho-holla at ya boy
Ho-holla at ya boy, ho-holla at ya boy

Yeah, ayy, you want it, I got it, you need it, come holla
I got everything covered from the top to the bottom
Everything come hot from the shots to the dollars
I got my Miami niggas rockin in they impalas
I got my Atlanta niggas trappin' clockin' they dollas
I got my New York niggas goin' hard, they wildin'
Even the Midwest boys hold it down, they ridin'
I got killers up in Cali, y'all don't want no problems
You ain't gotta make a move, just holla at me
Mama, do what you do, just holla at me
He got a mouth full of jewels, tell me, who could it be?
Who they want, who they came to see? It's Y.B.?

I got work everywhere, homie, tell me what you need
I got people down south that'll let it go for cheap
I got people up top with a plug on the biz
I got people in the bay, nigga, tell me what it is
You ain't gotta shop around, ho-holla at ya boy
Ho-holla at ya boy, ho-holla at ya boy
You ain't gotta shop around, ho-holla at ya boy
Ho-holla at ya boy, ho-holla at ya boy

Hey, hey
Hey, hey