When my homies pull up on your block, they make the thing go gra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Ay, ay, switch my whip came back in black, I'm stoned and saying, "rest in peace to Bon Scott."
Ay, close that door, we blowing smoke, she ask me light a fire like I'm on sun
Ay, act a fool on stage, probably leave my fucking show in a cop car
Ay, shit was legendary through a TV, ...[inaudible]..., with a montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn
That your girlfriend is a groupie, she's just tryna get in
Saying "I'm with the band"
Ay, ay, now she's acting outta pocket
Tryna grab it from my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer said "I ain't got a man"
And they all brought a friend
I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got the gas
And they always be smoking on that ganja