Louis rolling on dubs Smoking on dubs in clubs, blowing up like Cocoa Puffs Sipping Bud ', getting perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, accumulated enough scratch just to Navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and it's Candy painted, fans fainting while I'm entertainin' Wild, ain't it? How me and money get acquainted I hang with Hannibal Lecter (Hot shit!) So feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (What?), I'm from the Lou' and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous, above the law Player my style's raw, I’m Born to Mack, like Todd Shaw Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer My grammar be's Ebonics, gin, tonic, and chronic Fuck Bionic, it's ironic, slamming niggas like Onyx Lunatics till the day I die And I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover (Come on!) Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (Hot Shit) Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now