[Intro]

Ay, homeboy, what you know about them local house parties?

Posted right next to the Hennessy, heh-heh-he

(Cali' untouchable D.J.s) we do the same ole dance over here

We like-

[Chorus]

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

[Verse 1]

Hold up, homie

You ain't known around here, to roll up, homie

Might get ya face swoll up, homie, don't-

Run up, run up, you know I got the Kodak on me

I load up, like U-Haul trucks (yeah!)

Don't get ya whole crew stuck-

In a position that they can't get out

We lay 'em out, like Ricky on that plastic couch

Cube can't save you, nor the scholarship they gave you

(Ouch, September 7th)

Don't ya know? We ain't goin' for the okie-doke

West Coast, new edition, Bib Devoe

Baby, bib around ya neck

Niggas, I feed you with the better flow

Hit the flow when we shootin', ruin house parties

'Cause too many black bodies in one place?

Equals a fuck-up, somehow, someway

It's fucked up, ain't it?

But we ain't lookin' for the drama today

We tuck the hammers in the hoodies

To come and boogie, now everybody-

[Chorus]

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

(Homie-) poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Whatever you wanna call it-

For the weedheads or for the alcoholics

Now this could be some OG lowrider music

Or you could twist ya fingers up

And gangbang to it, gangbang to it

[Verse 2]

I got some ese homies that's so loco

They be off that wet, they be hangin' out thuggin'

They be bangin' sets, they be hangin' out saggin'

Everywhere I'm at, I ain't gon' lie about it

Got ya car at the light, we gon' crowd around it

Think you a baller, huh? Think you a flosser, huh?

Well you should know that that chain

Gotta come off ya, huh

Before they put it to ya brain, gotta off ya, huh

He got it for ya, what you want?

Weed, wet, white, E. pills, syrup

Where that Chronic at? Let it burn up

Let it burn 'til the law come

Let the hunnid spokes turn 'til they can't turn no mo'

'Til the neighborhood watch ain't concerned no mo'

I let the neighborhood watch when I open the trunk

A car show is what they got, and everybody go-

[Chorus]

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

(Homie-) poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Whatever you wanna call it-

For the weedheads or for the alcoholics

Now this could be some OG lowrider music

Or you could twist ya fingers up

And gangbang to it, gangbang to it

[Verse 3]

What you know about that California lifestyle?

Policy spittin' on the ground, follow me

I'm givin' you a walk through of the block

And down the street, Los Angeles scand'lous

Police Cutlass, and Capris, Impalas

With scrappers underneath, lollipops and bad bitches

Runnin' in flocks, soon as the car stop

As soon as the beat drop-

When it come back on, I bet the whole city rock

Word to Jay Rock, I told you that I'm focused, man

I do my dance, I know that you notice, man

And I rep-, I rep like I'm supposed to, man

Top Dawg ENT., we some soldiers, man

And the coldest thing, about it-

No swag right now, I do it without it

Don't let me put it on, you should move this way

Soon as she hear this song

Don't wanna see no elbows straight, everybody just-

[Chorus]

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

(Homie-) poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Poke ya elbows out and swang like this

Whatever you wanna call it-

For the weedheads or for the alcoholics

Now this could be some OG lowrider music

Or you could twist ya fingers up

And gangbang to it, gangbang to it