I came to bring you that California love
Hatin' it's all of the above
I'm not playin' I'm sayin' I'm off the chain
You niggas better follow the instructions
I ball till I fall i stunt till I drop
I'm off the show room floor
Not the used car lot you buy a bottle
I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
When I get in to it i get in to it
Everybody can't do it the way I do it
I make it rain, rain till the sun come out
We make the guns come out
Now, my question is who they gonna blame
Shit, shift now the game done change
Since Mike made Thriller and
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
And NWA made the West Coast bang
Nah it's just music, man it's just music
I'm the reason everybody here i say get up!
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin' I really care
I want to see you, I want to see you move
And get all into the groove i said get up!
I'm getting money man I really don't care
Let me see you put your hands up in the air
I want to get to know you better
You look good in them jeans
And them red stilettos you got a Bentley
Coupe booty baby i want to drive
See I tell you what mileage is
Switch gears till your love come down
I take you to the point of no return
Just how a nigga earn i got money to burn
She dropped the bomb on me it's up and down
And up and down gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
Or Fifty you should go home to see
I found out she like it how I like it, huh
I know how to get you sprung
Tune you up' use your tongue
Under the hood it's so good
She said it's so good goddamn I'm so hood