| It’s almost 2000 y’all; |
| So this gon' be the night. |
| While you trippin off yo' car, yo' girls is trippin off ours |
| If we want, what you got, nigga reach for the stars |
| This is it y’all, everybody ride wit us |
| I devised a masterplan to take out the counterfitters |
| I’ma start with the west coast, show em how we rock it |
| Keep it pumpin through the summer, stuff them chips up in my pocket |
| Super-saki gin’ll keep my style all in your grill |
| Every where you turn catash last seen in baldwin hills |
| On the phone makin deals, for x amount of scrill |
| Nine-nines is mine, it’s time to recognize the real |
| Then I swing it through the bay where all the homies wanna blaze |
| Rap life, the goin craze, smoke an ounce in two days |
| When phase one complete it’s fifty states to invade |
| Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade |
| Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo |
| Smokefest, nine-nine, peep the whole scenario |
| Tash rock material to make your girl jump up |
| Never touch the mic until the soundman pump the? up |
| Yo yo, roll that dub up, three 6'll «tear da club up» |
| There’s no way to describe how tash’ll f**k yo' mug up |
| Chorus: lv |
| Movin around from coast to coast, money ain’t no joke |
| We’re havin it our way (all day everyday) everyday (all day everyday) |
| Land my feet on solid ground, no time to f**k around |
| We’re doin it our way. ooooooh yeahhh |
| (tash) |
| Tash rules everything around you, bread, get the money |
| I gotta keep my whole team fed |
| Cause like pmd said, we gotta take it to length |
| Cause if you hang with nine broke friends, you’re bound to be the 10th |
| So on the strength of makin dollars, tash’ll touch any scene |
| Catch a flight to new york city, cause all money is green |
| Let em see supreme west coast in up-close |
| And if there’s any beef I’ll roast and crack you with a golden molson |
| Bottle, the mass will throttle, what a rollo |
| Tash come in peace but y’all won’t let the beef die though |
| I lost my black movado in that bullshit fight |
| I got drunk and laughed about it up in washington heights |
| With my homeboy dee (what) my homeboy ooze (uhh) |
| I spent the night in jail off that hennesey and juice |
| Cause new york city that’s a wild ass town |
| That’s why guiliani ass tryin to lock shit down, right now |
| Chorus |
| (tash) |
| Tell em l. |
| So lights, camera, action -- you’re on |
| Get it ricky ric' -- what’s wrong? my weed gone! |
| Who stole it? -- I don’t know, y’all motherf**kers tell me |
| I broke it up and left the room to get a light from lv |
| I came back and like poof! everybody’s lookin boggled |
| It only took a sec to get rollo’ed, by chicago |
| But everybody know at a chi-town show |
| They like to keep it, g-h-e-t-t-o |
| This time I let it go, but next time I’ll have to blast ya |
| Cause tash be checkin shows from alaska to nebraska |
| So if somebody ask ya — who the tightest on this? |
| Tell them niggaz big tash, and his homies tha liks |
| Chorus 2x |
| (tash) |
| That’s right y’all |
| This unity in the community night, knahmsayin? |
| I don’t give a f**k where you from, it’s party time |
| East coast west coast down south we don’t give a f**k |
| We came to get sweaty in this motherf**ker |
| So all the ladies. all the ladies. hahahaha |
| Woo! I wish I could sing like that nigga. |