[Verse 1]
Introducin' the westside strangler, bangin' with the fixtures
Mashin' in this hot Coupe DeVille with blue twisters
I just got it waxed, now I'm true without a doubt
Dippin' down Alondra on my way to the south
The big homie Way bet a G, a whole ounce
He said it wasn't hot, I made him watch the back-bounce
Ah, back in traffic, feelin' like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped that my old crib just to see it's all good
The little homies moved in the spot with Lil Wood
See, n***as this way don't give a damn about you hoes
We find real estate in the midst of robbin' yos
With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks
Keep a eye on who's who and muthafuck what's what
For all Gs who got it poppin' in they hood for the moment
It's the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I'ma speak on it

[Hook]
Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on
[Verse 2]
Man, the night comes and a gangstas intuition
I hops in my 'burban, limited edition
I'm lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that's my mission
I'm through with fuckin' Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin'
What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I'm a G, I got some clocks I ain't touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
N***a what, raised by ballers, I'm legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don't believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess
Or his brother Big Droop, OG's, nothin less
It's many n***as drinkin' that gangsta juice
But I done seen none of y'all when it was time to truce
And I was at Lueders Park, squashin' beef with opponents
While your ass was at your mansion eatin' pussy punk, speak on it

[Hook]
Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on
[Verse 3]
These busters better recognize what's comin'
Dancin' on Ds with the Alpine humpin'
Ever since the child knew the ways to live foul
Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal
Alcoholic, chronic-smokin', n***as know the deal
Gun-totin', mouth-tapin', n***as know I'm real
I represent the west to the fullest extent
A southern California Hub City resident
Yes, yes y'all, it's not a secret no more
I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore
Like that, comin' with that west coast strap
Guaranteed to civilize a n***a talkin' smack
What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it
This one's for my people up in Texas, watch 'em screw it
Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment
But if your ass can't comprehend fool, speak on it

[Hook]
Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on