Let’s Bick it

Uh, uh, uh, uh

You already know what we do (What we do)
Hit the Westside and bring your crew
(Ooh yeah) just bick it (Ooh yeah)
Just bick it (Ooh yeah)
Take off your shoes and relax your feet (Oh)
Party goin' up in the BPT, let's brick it
Just bick it just bick it

Just me and my mothafuckin' homies
Smokin' weed, shooting dice
Sippin' forties
And we don't fuck with snitches or police
Fuck the one time unless it's on my Rollie

Ooh, ooh ah ah
Summertime in the BPT

You know I'm comin' straight
Up out of Oakland eastside is where I be
Yeah, when I pull up to the club
They keep it open
Eight-four hunnid and you know it
It's a black Mona Lisa, slidin' like a Visa
Ridin' through the town, smoke a Keyshia
Please
Queen like Latifa, Buscemi on the sneakers
The homie Game hit me
So I had to do the feature
Gotta be proud of the Devil
Don't like when I'm poppin' these
Tags on these bags and stack a Birkin, yeah
It's some robberies
And you ain't gotta be
You ain't got a lot of me
Yeah, it's a banknote
You ain't get to sign the lease
I ain't got no time for
No wham, bam, thank you, ma'am
Gas me up or get me drunk
Hit the skizz or scran
You gotta do a lot more and
That's just how it be
It's Keyshia Cole and you just
Ain't runnin' up on me, nigga
Ooh, ooh ah ah
Summertime in these Oakland streets, yeah

You already know what we do (What we do)
Hit the Westside and bring your crew
(Ooh yeah) just bick it (Ooh yeah)
Just bick it (Ooh yeah)
Take off your shoes and relax your feet (Oh)
Party goin' up in the BPT, let's brick it
Just bick it just bick it