Aint Official Like Us - Young MayLay

Don’t know nothing 'bout it, but how the West Coast does it

Blowing on the big dro and your hoes love it

Know the real when she see it, cause we the authentic

Ya’ll WAN down to spend time then I’m all in it

Ridin', rollin', bo-bouncing, West Coasting

Might be stolen, alright but let’s go then

Get the dipping and smashing some nasty lavish

In t-shirt and khak’s with the Dodger hat backwards

Don’t stop, won’t quit, keep it going, gotta show ya

This the super Californialistic gangster

7−6-ers go Pro-bowl rollin'

Smelling big smoke when the four doors open

That’s the type of shit that bitches like

When you live a different life

Quit trippin' get it right

Let a nigga hit the

They ain’t official like us

Quickest to bust

2000… still in the

They ain’t official like us (smash)

They ain’t official like us (swerve)

They ain’t official like us (move)

Can you ridas recognize us, G’s with much respect

Come at me wrong, I’m taking off

That might’ve cost you your neck

It ain’t no games being played when you bang in a gang

My nuts hang like *bong* 'cause it’s an everyday thang

Cash, G buckle, T-shirt, flag 'round my braids

Black Chucks, white

My boy official, as I’m salutin' my G’s

starts to proceed on the pursuit for the cheese

Choose to be, affiliate with killas and strictly ridas

We ride with artillery when we feed clips like bananas

We stay alert, ready to strike like piranhas

Overflow funeral homes leave your peace and motion over at

I promise to keep the Coast 'til I die

Raise my right hand and form a G in the sky

Salutin' my troops in each and every correctional facility

And stay strapped with the automatic remedy for the enemy