[Deuce]nYeah, 9 livesnn[Truth]nCalifornia, Hollyhood got the liquor feelin' goodnCali bud light it upnGet your money that's what's upnYa that’s me from the streets in the car with my heatnWhat you need?nV-I who, V-I what, you with menn[Deuce Chorus: x2]nShsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back nNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assnI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadednAnd baby momma if you want it we can make itnn[Truth]nJust close your eyes completely shutnOpen your eyes and face The TruthnMarinate facts observe the scenenGML respect the rootsnMoney, money I get it, get itnHustle hard no lookin’ backnShake them haters that’s for realnMake some moves and watch me stacknI'm hood baby can't you tellnHollywood fuck GlendalenOh well I went to jailnGuess what, Deuce got bail n9 lives off my chain nI'm cool cool, so insanenMona Lisa, perfect picture nGot beef my pistol get younChuck Taylors, white T's, low riders, man pleasenBack up off me you fuckin’ chumpnTurn this up and let it bumpnRuthless cats on my team nNightmare, I'm in your dreamnYou're the crop I'm the creamnI'm the hustler you're the fiendnBack it up, shake that assnMe and Deuce no need to asknHe gone crazy lost his masknI gone crazy and got his backnLights on, lights off nIt's about to spark offnFlow is so heavy it'll knock your socks offnn[Deuce Chorus: x2]nShsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back nNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assnI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadednAnd baby momma if you want it we can make itnn[Deuce]nThis shit's so easynYou see me, you can't believe that it's me nOh my God, he's in all my dreamsnOh my God, you know how to sing nOh my God, it's you is this real?nYa you see me sittin’ and drinkin'nYou see me sittin', I'm thinkin’ she thinks I'm easynBelieve me when she comes home there’s no teasin'nAnd there’s no speakin’, ya feel me?nShe wants to fuck with no rubber and she go think I'ma love her nBitch better stay in the covers ‘cuz we ain’t gotta be loversnJust take your pants off and cuddlenDon’t call your man cuz it's trouble,nIf he comes back I'ma shovel a hole so deep in my yardnI'll let him sleep with the sharks, fishesnSo don’t be alarmed when I take the keys to your car nWa we ain’t gotta be buddies or hug inside of no clubnWe ain't gotta make nothin public, so fuck itn'Cuz next week I'll be havin’ models and bottles inside my one room apartmentnThat's when this shit gets retardednAnd bitches start seein’ doubles of me and wake up in trouble with men'She's only 17 man!' nThat's when they call the policenn[Deuce Chorus: x2]nShsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back nNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assnI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadednAnd baby momma if you want it we can make itnn[Truth]nOohhhh, I'm back, The Truth, that's thatnI'ma star like Terry O, short bus retarded flownWant the money plus the fame, run rap mandonI’m fast, faster than a honey mustard lambo movin' through an open road nWorldwide, around the globenWhat’s the streets without the code?nEscobar without the blownJiberjaber yip yapnCompetition where you at?nAll you suckers I don’t slacknGot a problem, do the mathnn[Deuce Chorus]nShsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the back nNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assnI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadednAnd baby momma if you want it we can make it