Turn this up, in ya truck, or tha jeep wit tha beat, if ya know I got heat, them bump it, bump it, cadilacs better dump it, dump it, everybody better turn this up, for my thugs wit chucks, in tha clubs, wit tha ladies and tha broads, just bump it, bump it, DJs better dump it, dump it

For all tha homeys in tha hood, that be phenin' for something they can believe in, ain't no reason not to play it loud, crank it patna, make my ghetto people scream and shout, play it loud while I, grab this mic and show everybody how we be doing it when we be chilling on tha Westside, when we cruisin' we turn the volume up sky high, bump tha bass so you can feel tha vibe, now let me show you how we do it in tha S.C.A where tha bloods and tha crips play, wit AK's and ESES, from L.A. get tattoos of gangs and tha 13, crank this jam in ya E-class, wit tha 20 inch rims and tha wood grain dash, white leather with tha D.V.D. Tv's play it loud in ya S.U.V.

Dump this bass in ya 20 inch pioneer speakers for ya rogs and tha chicas, Boriquas and tha Nicas, tha Indians, Cherokees and tha Incas, Turn this up in the hood or ya barrio, the buro, or ya car yo, Chevy Monti carlo, or ya Lamgorginii Diablo, Nood yo heard roll tha top down, let that world know how us West Ridas get down from Inglewood to tha C.P.T., Oaktown, Friscos to tha N.Y.C.

Turn this up in tha middle of the rush hour traffic, or projects where the thugs get drastic, blast it, in club where tha broads be dancing, Turn this up in ya Chevy Nova, Escalade, Porsche, or ya Range Rover, Navigator, Bentley, or ya Toyota, or the Pinto on blocks wit the broke motor. Turn this up put the windows down, let tha world hear this BoneyBone Corleone sound, when I'm flippin' and kickin' throwin' out tha wicked and spittin', lyrical styles that got ya buggin' out and trippin'.