Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies With a pocket full of cookies and mashin to the backyard boogie
Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3X] And then we comin wit that
