San Dimas lyrics

[Intro: G Perico]
Aye, you tuned in right now to DāM FunK and Jay Worthy
Classic gangster sh*t, you know what I mean?
You knowing some hoe's 'bout to get pimped on
Some Benz's flying through the ghetto
Some money getting made, some guns getting sprayed

[Verse: Jay Worthy]
Sliding like Raging San Dimas
Go getter, young hitta, big p*nis
That's me, b*tch, probably see me on the TV screen
With KDot and all the YG's like we chunking P's
I can only be me though
Why you faking who you are? CB4, yeah
Gold on my neck, C-3PO
We go hard on a b*tch for the big dough
In it for the long tryna put a b*tch on
Loyal to the soil, you know how that go
Deuce, four, four, deuce on my back door
Worthy on my jersey like it's that cold, real P
And I can never be nothing else
Hard up in yo restroom, meet up and be someone else
I can't call a lean addict no alcoholic
Used to smoke, now I'm extra real chronic, old school

[Outro: Honda Carter]
And you know it by the way I roll
It's something 'bout the way that I roll
Hope you notice I shine bright up in gold
It's something 'bout the way that I roll