[Verse 1: E-40, Celly Cel & B-Legit]
Hey ah, which way should I steer ah
The beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror
Pervin like a mothafucka swervin
Hope I don't scrub in my '95 Suburban
To go throughout the community squattin on gold tippy toes
Peep, breathin on Indian cigarette-Ganish Bidi posin n***as tweak
Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry, 40 vision ain't blurry
Shorty hit the freeways right up the ways, clownin like that n***a Joe Torry
[Celly Cel]
Well, what do you know, it's siggity Cel
That funky n***aro, that funky n***a doe
Kickin in doors, you better grab ya ho
I see ya choosin in the late night
Creepin wit my n***a B-Legit and 40 Water, ah shit
We're here-we're there-we're everywhere
Highly intox-icated but we don't care
I'm from the H.I.L.L. the place where my n***as bail
A Mac muthafuckin 12 will send your ass straight to hell
A tick, a tock, they shook the spot
They say them crazy muthafuckas pulled out a chop
(B-Legit)
I watch them muthafuckas run
I do this shit for fun
You n***as know you can't get none
(E-40)
Biatch
[Chorus]
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I. Double L. side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I. Double L. side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
[Verse 2: B-Legit, Celly Cel & E-40]
I tell a bitch what the fuck you mean where I've been
And so what I smells like pussy and gin
I had money to make
Bitches to break
And if the shit was out of line I had lives to take
I told you from the gate that I'm a mobster
Sippin DP, eatin lobster
Don't get it confused, you won't get abused
As long as you makin' me them revenues
That miggity mack, that diggity dang and that niggity nut
Jump in the back of my cut with a tramp slut and hit the guts
Ain't got no love for 'em, all I love to do is dick 'em
Pass 'em to the extra mannish n***a, 40 water, sic 'em
If I was Popeye I woulda told Bluto
'You could kiss my big black royal'
I'm not funkin' over Olive Oyl
Last night I had a superbad in my room
She sucked me 'til my dick shriveled up like a prune
Well pass the hussy to the left hand side
So I can bend her over, hit it from the back, and let her ride
You know a Sick Wid It hog gotta put the shake down
Shoot her to the left, n***a, hit me with that breakdown
[Chorus]
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I. Double L. side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I. Double L. side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
[Verse 3: E-40 & B-Legit]
Beefeater, Tanqueray, Sapphire, Bombay
Either that or a punch bowl full of Hurricane Ethel
That'll last a n***a dang near all day
Smokin' herb, we gets perved, cop a squat
Let's hang out at the old Cola spot
N***a, I'm a Looie, smokes damn near Q
So can I get a Twomp on my pager bill
You been blowin' me up
I know you know the code
31 double 07 dash 9 eleven
High steppin'
Ya blankin off the blanks
Cuz I'm a "Rock star"
Here go dove rock, n***a, let me use your fuckin car
All the way through
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Threw up money tore up ass bootch you call the po po on me
Told 'em I was sideways doin about a buck 50 in Solano County
Sheriffs pull my ass over, and book me, caught me with a gun
And a bunch of Alizé bottles and they was askin me where I'm from
And I said...BITCH!
[Chorus]
I'm from the V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I. Double L. side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
V.A.L.L.E.J.OH.I. Double L. side, doe
Spittin straight game is all a n***a know and ahh
And they be like... (there they go)
