Chorus

(Infant)
Pull up and air them out
Hop out and walk them down
It gets grimey in the Southside of town
Schemin' up money plots
Catch us out on the block
We gon' ride until the wheels fall off

(MOeLiccs)
Four licks in one day, shit we ain't done
It's MoeLiccs, I thought you'd know from the money signs
Ridin' round with a chopper and an AR
Lil' homie all gooked cuz' he off a bar
That's the ways, that's the gang
We in Oxnard
Cold city in the summer and it stay hot
Toe tag, body bag, now they in a hearse
Oh bad, oh sad, man this life a curse
Knee deep in the game, still committed dirt
Smoke a Swisher to the face while I'm doin' work
Late night on the block, fuck a Blue Bird
All black, no cap, shit don't say a word
Your homie all cap cuz' he like to fuck with birds
Big Fista, he a lame, he a type to fold
And my momma, yeah she told me always kept her word
God first, family second, then I got my folks