An engine, engine number nine, you catch us mobbin’ in a cell train line Movin’ tasty freeze on the creek to a Brian car Followed by the laws, G’s take a pause to hit em up with the funga They linger, take a snap shot at a Lex in the gangs But they let us hang if we jit our feet Sucking, coming on in a mist, that chain keeps em cool But that socks makes em seen, you know But people keepin’ calm for the most Creepin’ through, bumping my cuts like on the coat The smell of barbecue, got a player feeling I’m scheming for a play, but wait Cause I see a crowd of players on the run Damn, looks like another brotha’s bout to get done in But yo, my people wasn’t running to a squad Just some cuties butterflying in the back of a Dodge And where the homie D go to I see my partner running to the crowd Whatta ya, whatta ya Hell, I guess I’m on my way, parlay And catch me next week, same time, same place, same time