Mistah F.A.B live lav and I'm gettin bread
Plus I run in the bay like I'm Roger Craig
I be all in the city eatin lots of cheese
With my young hyenas that be poppin E's
Throwin up my tee's
Puttin on my face
Shake it like I'm shootin dice in every place
When I hit telegraph, I roll through the hat store
Buy 6 A's caps man then I'm good to go
Tell AC I'll holla walk out the door
Hop in my scraper, but I dont close the door
Leave 'em wide open all the way back to Oakland
My game behind the wheel is one of the dopest
My tranny is slippin, but I'm still dippin'
Police right behind me, & I ain't even trippin'
A ticket ain't nothin' I get em all the time
Police wanna hate but they can't stop my shine
Slappin' in the trunk
Knockin' in the trunk
Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk
Cuz there'z Slappin' in the trunk
Knockin' in the trunk
Sounds like it must be a body in the trunk
Shhh Dont tell nobody, Dont tell nobody
Shhh Dont tell nobody... It's a body in the trunk