I got my homies in da hood,
Dressin’ bad, cussin’ good.

Ya’ll know you gangsta n’you got ankle-low pants!

I got my homies on da block,
Breakin’ in, pickin’ locks.

We just be gangsta, what, you call dat a dance?

I got my homies takin’ down,
Quakin’ down, breakin’ down.

West side, east side, we eat McDonald’s!

I got my homies rappin’ up,
C’mon let’s wrap dis up!

Oh, sorry bruddas, I think my mommy’s callin’ me.