[Verse 1: Blu]

Yo, the car's white, Susie for the Gucci

Monica Bellucci with the Coogi

Uh, yo, my bubble goose Grey Goose hoochie

Slipped my Uzi in the movies like a roof, excuse me

She say my new stee too inapprop'

I say, "New freak, Henny and a two-liter Coke"

Put the roach out, niggas still doin' it tho

They tryna move keys better than a pianist compose

She say my single put that tingle in her nose

On the coast where the summer is the season for the snow

Yeah, them niggas ain't checking for flows

They send the dope with the hoes like Xs and Os

I've seen it all out my window, watching asphalt grow

Uh, reason my peoples keep a tall cam fold

In Los Ange', in the land where them cameras blow

The boss man even hustle hand-in-hand for the dough

Peroxide

[Hook: Pac Div & DāM FunK]

'Bout to bubble like peroxide

Layin' in the, in the, in the cut

All you need to know is be straight

Throw up these dubs until you die

'Cause, you know that we troops

And we don't fuck around with these bustas

So together, you know that we stay fly

Well alright

[Verse 2: MED]

Uh, yeah, I'm from CA, city of the ox

Bang forward like doors in D.A., heavy with the knock

Nigga you not fucking with the clique, get the cops

Shit, my sister beat the jury out the box

The block on smash with cash

You get rocked, tryna make bands like Slash

Above hash, flash on the dash talk trash

'Til them Hefty bags filled, no tax

She feel me on that feel nigga rap

For real, gold grill, chain every champ

The ill, payback gold, get a ransom

Now we pick the finest cotton off the racks

Relax homie, still keep the flashlight

I can see me taking pictures in the past life

Why write it? 'Cause my mind right

You need iron like a bad diet, fucking with the Westsiders

Peroxide

[Hook: Pac Div & DāM FunK]

'Bout to bubble like peroxide

Layin' in the, in the, in the cut

All you need to know is be straight

Throw up these dubs until you die

'Cause, you know that we troops

And we don't fuck around with these bustas

So together, you know that we stay fly

Well alright

[Verse 3: MED]

I came up, laid in the cut like [?]

Reno son funds hustle, this ain't one

Flow dope like Kurt with a nose run, buzzin'

The reason why the males in the toast's done, we comin'

Two hundred for the shirt, bunting

Light stunting for the day suffering, hustlin'

Huff a squat like a flat stomach

Who run it? Her fav' color, I put my money on it

Dam-Funk over Madlib product

The rough beat, husky deep, heavy in the trunk

Seat comfy, plush leather, freaks lining up

Money bubble up off the block when I post up

[Verse 4: Blu & Pac Div]

Uh, yo, post up, bubble in the cut

No struggle, shit crack, you bubblin' the butt

Gift bags out the huddle while you fumble on the hut

King Tut play the humble on the hush

From the jungle to the train line

Hustle through the grapevine daytime

They heard Cain's Abel like Jesus was on the main line (What?)

Nigga please, no need for them K9s

These got the lead but ended up with a great rhyme

Uh, the state lines tried to hold me but I broke free

No squeeze, do my dirt all by my lonely like a OG

Just the stove in me, tryna make a buck

'Bout to bubble like peroxide layin' in the cut (Uh, uh, yo)

[Hook: DāM FunK]

All you need to know is be straight

Throw up these dubs until you die

'Cause, you know that we troops

And we don't fuck around with these bustas

So together, you know that we stay fly

Well alright