Tell that bitch drive

[Verse 1:  The Game]

It goes six bricks and a Cadillac

The driver has an eagle trapped in a Cincinnati hat

That's why he get through the hood just like he own it

The letters tattooed on his stomach spell out 'who want it'

Part in his hair, hooks left over his eyebrow

And that eyebrow raised, certified you can die now

So lie down, eight years passed, he 25 now

Wardrobe all bullshit, like he from Chi-town

Gangbanger indeed, fuck hoes and blow weed

Stop selling them sacks 'cause them packs have become whole keys

And he has become sort of an addict

Addicted to Jays with a fetish for automatics

Rows up on a rival set

California's summer's hot so we leave the block wet

Can we put the stocks back on the lock yet

'Cause they gonna know it's us, shut up, I told that bitch, 'drive!'

[Verse 2: Clyde Carson]

S class parked under the casino

Pineapple juice, ice over seagull

Quarter and some cookies, it's my reefer

Polo draws, diamond links, white leaner

My lil' young nigga's got the fever

Out in town with me and we eating

Now it's foreign whips in the garage

Never thought we'd end up with a murder charge

Mama see a boy on a noose, that's when shit get heavy

And the county stressing off layers with some thousands ready

Knowing damn well how we going to trial

I got this all on my mind while she on her way down

Chemistry is golden, even though I fucked up

A nigga had to hop out the corner, switch seats while I count up this money

I told that bitch, 'drive!'