Pacific Coast Remix - remix

Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)
Ludacris, "Ay man, let me ask you somethin'
Man, you ever have one of them days
Where you felt like you mighta got rid of
All the bad seeds in your life?
Y'knahmean? Like you just got your paycheck
Paid off a car note or somethin'?
Just jumped out the shower
Feelin' fresh than a muthafucka
Wit'cha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?"
Quik, "You mean like paid off a Cadillac car note?"
Luda, "Like a Cadillac, like
You ready to throw a party like
Call e'rybody you know
Don't even plan it, just do it"
Quik, "In Compton we call that spur of the moment"
Luda, "Well let's do it
Spur of the moment, whattup?"
Well you can bring the drinks a little
Mo' my way, more I say
On another hot sunny Cali-forn-I day
Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8
For a date with some other bust downs
And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top
I take the breeze, Quik break the trees
Feel good as we flippin' through the Robb Report
My baby momma ain't trippin' on child support
Well my baby momma is
Because she see havin' kids
As a tool for gettin' chips
That's with or without the dip
She told my lawyer she's a nurse
But she can't spell school
Quite frankly she's a motherfuckin' fool, idiot
Welcome to the city where you might see thangs
Like real threats, fake breasts, negativity hangs
Over the city like a puppet string, pullin' you up
You think they love you 'til the director yells 'cut'
Now they packin' you with ice and zippin' you up
(It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight)
(Kimmi J) And for once, in my life
Everything's gonna be, alright
(G'd up, my mind is freed up)
From the day, through the night
Everything's gonna be, alright
Now on Aranbe and Spruce
Seagram's bumpy and juice
We used to bag and then truce
We used to sag and get loose
Not the kind of cats that's out to steal
Your bag and your jewels
But we check your medication
Just to see if you cool
You can't be dyin' on us
After you live off of hemp, we party hard
Like Ludacris Kim and Shaka and them
We in that sunshine state
Where the bomb-ass Henn be
And hemp be, the beats we flip thee
And we pimps thee simply
So stay with me and let's get tipsy
Remberin' the days on the block
Sippin' whiskey, runnin' 'round grinnin'
Runnin' round sinnin', gettin lit
Then I wonder why my head kept spinnin'
But I'm all grown up now, less throwin' up now
Record blowed up, so my hood's throwed up now
Let's break loose cause your boy's around
And tonight we gon' celebrate bein' alive, riiiiight
(It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight)
And for once, in my life
Everything's gonna be, alright
(G'd up, my mind is freed up)
From the day, through the night
Everything's gonna be, alright
It's just one of those days
Without a care in the world
You ain't gotta look mean
I know you care for your girl
But she's lookin' this way
And I'm gonna come get her
Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin' quite gipper
Can't nothin' go wrong
Cause my strap's on my back
And if fools wanna scrap
Then my tool will attack
But forget the click-clack
Ain't no need for the steel
Just a straight house party
And some meat on the grill
Now if it's Los Angeles
Watch a boss handle biz
I'ma put this on my kids, stupid, it's an outfit
If you ain't been around the world
Keep yo' mouth zipped
Or you'll be wonderin' where yo' house went
You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
I'm more apt to shoot a porno
With you in cornrows, and call it More Hoes
Volume 5, Volume 6
And show 'em in the back of my truck
At the Freaknik, Trick, what'chu workin' with?
(It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight)
And for once, in my life
Everything's gonna be, alright
(G'd up, my mind is freed up)
From the day, through the night
Everything's gonna be, alright
(It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight)
And for once, in my life
Everything's gonna be, alright
(G'd up, my mind is freed up)
From the day, through the night
Everything's gonna be, alright