[Intro: Basik MC]
LA
You know
It's your boy, Basik MC
A.K.A T-Reez
A.K.A Teron
A.K.A. Ladera's Mayor
A.K.A The Neighborhood Bully and all that
With my homeboy Reese One the top gun
Bleu Collar music for these damn hustlers
And these cat daddies out here doing it real tough like
You know what I'm sayin', my cousin Eligh on the beat
It don't stop, it's so linear
Gutter lane Pros, Living Legends, Metropolitan
It don't stop playboy
Yes sir!

[Verse 1: Basik MC]
We young chaps just sautéing, soaking it up
Go ahead and lay something potent in my cup
I'm feeling a shade above excellence
Thumbing through my relevance
Attempting to get my arithmetic sum in lane
In turn giving my olfaction's something strange
What I do figure is crossing lines
At least while these snipers is sport coating at champs
It's not where it's at
Personally we tap, Ladies on the beginnings of their arms
And engulf them with charm
Giving off some time of glow, you know charismatic
Reason for me in the city, to have a tad bit of static
Cuz I'm so well bent but nothings accredited to it
So air boils my blood, I just can't kick
Holding my air then release steam
Then got used to hooks and ? praising the team
They say I walk beyond my time and thats all it means
Me and ? at Merose on Melrose
Eyeing dames with small clothes and shell toes
Goodfellas eat good and don't tamper with the male hoes
With our handsome asses, shop till we drop to much out the accounts
Till we're stuck in a drought
We pull chicks to the side and compliment their beauty
Never asking for their number, leave that esteem and doubt
Straight from the homies [?] [?]
Me and PSC don't leave tour without epics to tell
Return to L.A.X. 85 degrees Fahrenheit it's so damn swell
With our inseam pockets on swell
Oh damn well

[Hook: Basik MC]
It don't pop unless we say so
It wasn't cracking unless we were there
We all laying back shooting the breeze
Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere
What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way
You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day
It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool
If it really goes down can I get a what up though?


[Verse 2: Reese One]
I'm in a Sixty-Five, Malibu SS
My shit do impress, My look is spotless
I'm that asshole, every bitch wanna lasso
Cuz I do things, bum's just don't have the cash fo'
And I show life, to the low lives
And everything a n***a do seems to go right
Move through the city like the Mayor, L.A. Playa
Fucking all-star n***a, Reese Chuck Taylor
Don't be sick cuz your bitch den switched cliques
Y'all some motherfucking clowns, we top draft picks
The n***as laughing loud, oblivious to the crowd
Your hustle is pointless, you ballin' with no style
And I'm gangsta in the corner
Tequilla and Corona
Getting hounded by a bitch who got a gain of ass on her
N***as play us close, handshakes and how you been's
Get outta my face pimp, you ain't one of my friends
No stress, no pressure
Don't break, don't bust
We use to the attention, all eyes on us...
...Yeah, yeah
Shit, why wouldn't I be?

[Hook]
It don't pop unless we say so
It wasn't cracking unless we were there
We all laying back shooting the breeze
Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere
What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way
You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day
It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool
If it really goes down can I get a what up though?


[Verse 3: Basik MC]
My Nino's and I bring the funk indoors
As if we was entitled Savion
Only appearing large, when the situations ghetto
Like black cherry soda and the name LaTavion
Man, your mic may be on, but who's checking
Them boys from L.A. be on some awful shit, I do reckon
Bump with ya like as long as it's from that Bleu Collar selection
Something to wet your beaks, get your lyrics fetish
And your truck rattling fantasies candidly
Cruise boulevards all you hear is drum and bass like Ronnie Slide
We cross these T's and we're on the way to dot the I's
Communication all whereabouts through micro-state-of-the-art gadgets
Mess with a familiar circle to keep from shorten out who aren't the faggots
Popularity diverts us to lay low-ow-ow
They know-ow
That ever since eighteen years old-ole
Basik was sports coupe full-ul-ul
Ladera's Mayor big city boss and your momma's favorite
Gutter lane pro-oh-oh-oh

[Hook]
It don't pop unless we say so
It wasn't cracking unless we were there
We all laying back shooting the breeze
Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere
What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way
You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day
It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool
If it really goes down can I get a what up thought


[Verse 4: Reese One]
My Dodger hat tilted, t-shirt bright
My Dickie shorts crispy, tennis shoes white
Caribbean Coke with a little lime twist
Got me ready to spit my sales pitch at a bitch
And it could be yours on my floor on all fours
Your African Queen is now my black whore
Them Bleu Collar bastards keep it cracking till its cancelled
Till it's all said and done with, you keep doing bum shit
Following a dumb bitch, Imma do fun shit
In the back with some chick, hoping that I cum quick
Shit you dream about is things I can make happen
I been fresh since high school, Punk, this ain't about rappin'
This ain't about money, and this ain't about pull
Me and my n***as just the shit, you and your faggots are bull

...N***a, that's just how it is, you can't buy this shit

[Hook]
It don't pop unless we say so
It wasn't cracking unless we were there
We all laying back shooting the breeze
Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere
What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way
You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day
It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool
If it really goes down can I get a what up thought

[Outro: Basik MC]
I mean damn, can I get a what up though?
And if it's crackin' can I get a what up though?
Bleu Collar
My bitch is buggin' Can I get a what up though?
Reese One
Your bitch is over there, can I get a what up though?
The top gun
The party poppin' can I get a what up though?
Basic MC
Ya'll got some breezies can I get a what up though?
Neighborhood bully
A lick for a hundred G's can I get a motherfucking call on the phone, what up though?
Eligh
(?)
Flossy Jay
Hit me on the two way, what up though?
Gutter Lane
Hit me at the house I'll be like, "what up though?"
(?)
Big Mark
Your girl over there talking about "what up though?"
So Imma say later for y'all and what up though?