this is for da real muthafuck`n g`s ya feel me.....
Look,
It dont matter if you on da eastcoast rockin baggy jeans and tims/
pushin big black trucks wit da Jordan Rims/
or if u out west, sippin some Gin, pushin a 64 on all gold D`s/
twistin trees, sportin kakhis, bullet proof vests and white T`s/
or if u down south rockin furry kangols, and keep gold teeth in yo mouth/
throwin bows in da clubs, pushin escalades sittin on dubs/
yeah 604 in dis bitch...So Sic da grimey one fuck glamour n glitz.......
Fuck all da ice and da crys/
where all my cats wit elastic bands round dey wrist/
So Sic is representin yall/
all da cats thats willin to stick cats that ball/
snatch chains......./
and stay in high speed chases wit da law, switchin lanes/
in some ballas range, da same colour of champange/
blowin hydro, cloudin up they brains/
da ones ridin buses and trains/
stickin cats point blank range, wit da gat against they brain/
and they aint wearin a mask, cause they want da street fame/
all my mean faced cats.......I feel yo pain/
just thug lov from yo boi out in da 604
Vancity Biatch!