40z

(Verse) Palm tree living, from the west side Wears hoop earrings, got a nose piercing Hot blond, black streaks Blue eyes, bandanas, jerseys Rides em bikes with the big wheels Gold spokes Wears Air Force ones on her heels Bumping "killa don't push me" Fishin for fun with tha same crew from 3rd street, Is the routine Whipping down the block to the bodega Is where we meet Her big bro hit the switches on his 64 And we laughed as we danced to The d oh double dog (Hook) She be sippin 40z Yes she will 40z She's so trill 40z Ain't got a care in the world 40z Hanging with her girls 40z Nails manicured Chuckin a Duce up to the homies As she's sippin' the 40 (Verse 2) Grew up on Mac Dre, Xtina and that Ice Cube 90s baby, still reminiscing like I do But it's cray how it all changed Now she hits the “Ragers" on Friday Q throws parties at Mike's place ASAP ferg makes em go crazy She likes to party in the hood, party in the hood & when the hood boys come thru She likes to grind on that wood Grind on that wood Oh She don't care bout' girlfriends So used to scrapping to defend She makes sure if you come round the wrong block, you'll get pealed (Hook) She be sippin 40z Yes she will 40z She's so trill 40z Ain't got a care in the world 40z Hanging with her girls 40z Nails manicured Chuckin a Duce up to the homies As she's sippin' the 40