Well life ain't nothing but shovels and hoes but shovels and hoes won't do
Drivin' down the street today, ain't got nothin' to do
But that's o-kay cuz when I drive the chicks think I'm a stud
Because I drive the Pimp-G Ride known as the Impala
Late at night you cannot see through the two-toned paint and cracked windshield

Well there ain't no party like a west coast party cuz a west coast party don't stop
Driving down the street today, getting hassled by a cop
He looked me, I looked at him and I thought, 'What the hey'
Now all the piggies on my street like to roll my way
Gin and juice and cronic weed, man I love the wild thing