[Lyric] What Up Cuz? (K-Flex)

[Intro]
Aw yeah, niggas… we 'bout to dedicate this one to all the Gs, that's been puttin' in work over all these years
We got love for all you niggas out there, ​in the streets, in the county
But we about to put it down for the Sea Riders in particular
And ain't nothing wrong with dedicating a little something to your own hood, long as you don't disrespect the next man's hood
Check this out:

[Chorus]
Now, when I'm rollin' through your hood
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm locked up in the county
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Jordan Downs
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Crenshaw
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Hawthorne
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
Even when I'm bailin' through Van Nuys
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
[Verse 1]
Check it out – I maintain, I sling thangs
You motherfuckers want to gangbang
I threw up, I boot up, but nigga just shot your hood up
We ride on, we [?], we bussin' until you're all gone
You niggas wanna get your squad on
Don't make a nigga break your jawbone
I'm rolling down the 110, been harassed by the pigs
So I hop my ass off on [?], then I bust a left on fig
Then I ride out, I ride out, I'm lookin' for a place to hide out
One time when they get behind me
But I'm not gonna let them find me
I sit back, I kick back, a nigga gotta let those chips stack
Broke ass hoes better get back
Snitches are gonna get bitch-smacked
I roll on, I hold on, my neighborhood is a war zone
But niggas know that K-Flex will give a nigga his respect still
I'm rollin' in a minivan, with a getup in the back
Yo, Cadillac is lookin' fat, well that's the like I'm gonna jack
And whether it's hard-top or drop-top
I'm taking that shit to the chop shop
So exit your Lexus, and watch a nigga while I set trip

[Chorus]
Now, when I'm rollin' through Compton
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Long Beach
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm bailin' through West End
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through LA
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Atlanta
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
Even when I'm bailin' down in Texas
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
[Verse 2]
Put some Vaseline on the fresh tet and creasin' up the rags
Filling hoes and making hollows, greasin' up the mag
Seriousness, nobody on the block soft
Speak out at a meeting, and get your head knocked off
Some fool got shot and now we smoke it
So get the hood blocked up on your forehead
"Gang related" is what Five-O stated
20 G's in the front of the house gettin' appropriated
Flied it, negative static is automatic
It's tragic, they posted jacking and serving addicts
For an antique Chevy, 'cause to the Gs it's a trophy
And everybody know low-riding is OG
Banging at the party, one time, can't stop it
Throwing sets in the air, with Glocks in their pockets
Now, who wanna go chess with some Gs and lopes?
Until it's broke on the air, and they servin' coke

[Chorus]
And when I'm rollin' around through Memphis
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm down in Louisville
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
Even when I'm bailin' down in New Orleans
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Seattle
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' down in Oakland
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm bailin' around in Cleveland
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
[Verse 3]
What cha know back East about this West Side
Down in [?], bulletproof sweaters while we low-ride
Taping a fix and hittin' licks, puffin' sherm sticks
Twist up a bitch, kill up a snitch, bangin' bomb shit
Fill it with dough, bitches in tight clothes
Some of 'em my hoes, lookin' like envoys, say what?
Pimpin', slingin', mackin', I got it crackin'
Flexin', lesson in testin', a nigga's mackin'
I come wicked, my style, I say what?
21 inches of dating wise on the belly truck [?]
Lyrics are fat with souls, now that I've made it
Sippin' crystal and cognac got me faded
The homie chicken, Louie got the caviar
A major rock star, a new house, a new boat, a new car
Niggas are bound to hear me comin'
For some force gator, [?] got me hummin'

[Chorus]
Now, when I see you in your hood
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I see you rollin' in Dayton
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And if I see you down at Venice
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Grape Street
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm down at the swap meet
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
And when I'm rollin' through Lynwood
I'm hollerin' about what up, cuz?
I'm talkin' about what up, cuz? All about that what up, cuz?

[Outro]
Yo, we gots to give our props to all the Rick Riders worldwide
Gotta send out a shout to them Hoovers
Gotta send a shout to them Rollin' 30s, them 40s
Them Rollin' 60s, them 90s, East Coast hood
When I mean "East Coast", nigga, don't get it twisted
I mean East to the 110 Freeway, nigga
Gotta give it up to Main Street, Broadway, Front Street, Back Street, Raymond hood, Shotgun hood, Pocket hood, Front hood, TJ Watts, Kelley Park, nigga, Venice shorelines, Kitchen 8th Grade gangsters, Ghost Town, Grape Street, nigga, Playboy Gangsters, Watergate, Insane, Long Beach Insanes, Latana Blocc, Santana Blocc, Nutty Blocc, nigga!
Y'all niggas see, careful out there in them streets, fool