[Intro]
Welcome to our world ya'll
COB World, C.O.B
This is an initiation, an invitation of sorts
Yo Quake, Felony Loc, Queen Kong COB, fuck with me

[Chorus]
.44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I'm from C.O.B
I ain't set tripping, I'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the TOP (let's get it)
Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team and trying to get a big one on GOD (on God)
Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D-O-double-G

[Verse 1]
Now bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Microphone check one two let's get it
West Coast to death most get ghost and left
Don't hold your breath, Crooked is so west with it
LBC baby we so crazy
I give her new sеmen rocking some Old Navy
City by the shorеline
I texturize her like Proline, oh my, we so wavy
Drip hard like a n***a need a bib
When I leave the crib get the 9 millimeter sig
If I see the Pigs stash that they can eat a dick
Shorty need a big cash app she don't need a gig, nah
We going to let the haters know we in our own world
I send you to Jamaica with your homegirl (facts)
A down ass chick will get rewarded
Same n***a say I'm tricking same n***a can't afford it, now...
[Chorus]
.44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I'm from C.O.B
I ain't set tripping, I'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the TOP (let's get it)
Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team and trying to get a big one on GOD (on God)
Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D-O-double-G

[Verse 2]
Now bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Old school drop top on 24's
Bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Drop that toxic jam for the hoes
Now bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Old school drop top on 24's
Bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Drop that toxic jam for the hoes
Now stop
Don't nobody move, where the fuck I put my lighter at?
Crooked got to smoke a whole cigar just to write a rap
Oh there it go, hold up
Hey what up my COB?
Where the Eastsiders at?
They gentrifying the ghetto it's time to buy it back
All that dope y'all slang in the hood
And you ain't got no motherfuckin' snaps on a mini-mall
Ahh naw pour out all the Henny dog
Put on a suit we about to go down to City Hall
Tell them motherfuckers that its Long Beach or nothing
And if anything is moving through the city we gon' get involved
We all street conscious (okay)
But sometimes a n***a just toxic (okay)
Don't blame me for how my mind works (why not?)
I ain't the one who brainwashed it
[Chorus]
.44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I'm from C.O.B
I ain't set tripping, I'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the TOP (let's get it)
Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team and trying to get a big one on GOD (on God)
Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D-O-double-G

[Bridge]
Now bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Old school drop top on 24's
Bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Drop that toxic jam for the hoes
Now bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Old school drop top on 24's
Bounce with a n***a bounce with a n***a
Drop that toxic jam for the hoes

[Outro]
Yeah, hey put your COB flag in the air, hold it in up the air
Yeah keep it right there just like that
On the count of 3 we going to turn this bitch all the way up, alright...
1, 2, 3 let's