Yeah! Aight Bigg Dogg It's 'bout that time You got a cup or bottle or blunt in your hand Follow directions please Let's, go! Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down Mm, the Boss in the buildin' Try to turn it on you get offed in this buildin' Higher than a muh, gettin' lost in the feelin' Motherfuck the law, I got a ball for the chil'ren Nigga, drunk than a bitch though 'Fore I hit the spot I had a bottle full of Cisco Ate the kush and a model in a trench coat A Crip with a lot of cash, check on how the wrist roll Baby saw it in my eyes and she knew that I was lookin at her Ain't a chance to get her, I can M-I crooked letter If she with a nigga I'ma steal her, yeah a crook'll have her Throwin' up the E once the D get to cookin' in her (Eastside!) Yeah, so what's it gon' be? Golden black Joe Clark, H.N.I.C. Regulatin' on any hatin' I see Some'n good in your hands then repeat after me [Chorus] Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Fuck it up! And turn them thangs upside down Fuck it up! And turn them thangs upside down Fuck it up! Upside down, fuck it up! Upside down Fuck it up! Yea, yea Damn fool, you could see it in my face though I'm shittin', I'm shittin' what I ate hoe Fuck that, I'm drinkin' 'til I throw up Turn like a mug, c'mon whole hood showed up Bang to the boogie, keep a thang in my Dungarees Bailin' through the Eastside, feelin' like a younger G Eatin' like a muh, but I'm so so hun-g-ry I dare one of these young dumb fucks to try and fuck with me Fucka, I'm back to the party Marley, Bacardi, shawty, gnarly Becky, and Vicky, beggin' me to give me hickeys Through my Dickies [Chorus] Lil' mama tryin' to show the Dogg her G-string While she sang ain't "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang" A nigga throwin' signs tryin' to let me know that he bang Like I give a motherfuck what he claim Ay, your nigga better chill doggy 'Fore I treat him like a old bitch and menopause him I'll stop your ass right there I swear had homies on your head like hair Homie I ain't thinkin, I'm too busy drinkin' Plumber of the month, mami show me where your sink is So I can get to uncloggin' I hope that lil' cat ready for this Bigg Dogg and woof! [Chorus] Pause, pause, pause Look, I'm just a young nigga in the biz with mo' enemies than friends Get no money goin out, but I got it comin' in And nah, I ain't a G but every day that's what I spend I get paid to drop a verse, for 16 I need ten End.. all the speculation Them pre-conceived notions got me over-compensatin' And for you slow niggas that mean not been concentratin' I'm shittin' on these records while you rappers constipated Uh, it's get money, fuck haters Me and hip-hop is like Chucks and blue laces Me and Snoop Dogg is Sir Charles and King David With Problem we all ballin' like the '09 Lakers Yeah, it's Terrance Martin on the track And I'm that young nigga droppin' crack back-to-back My album on the way and I ain't worried 'bout the stats But I could tell you how the streets gon' react They gon' say [Chorus]