And we can't be stopped, no, no, no
An d we got the streets on lock,
everybody loves how we do it
We're CLS 5H2 for the summer
Cadillac trucks, homie,
we some straight winners,
I'm a gangster
So don't tout this party,
I got my window tinted
That's it, I don't need to see nobody,
I'm in the front seat
With a strap on my lap,
with the coke and rug
How the West was what,
how the West is back
Give me my gold plaque,
I'm independent so you know I
got that paper stack
Back to back and back,
throw up the gang signs
With a bottle of green,
out on the sunshine
Rewind, don't get it twisted, yo
I'm on top of my game,
with that gangsta flow
Got a lot of little hoes,
got a call from J -Lo
I'm still the same home
boy from Lavadio
Pass the fistul into this bitchin' G
We ain't leavin' this arena
straight VI P
Let's celebrate, we made it to the top
And we can't be stopped, no, no, no
And we got the streets on lock
Everybody loves how we do it
We made it to the top
And we can't be stopped,
no we can't be stopped
An d we got the streets
all locked
Everybody loves how we do it
All the cleric got locked,
giant got popped
Goofy got locked, grumpy got popped
Face got locked, brick got popped
Despite the downfall, we still on top
Shoot a G to the fans
so they can ball with it
And when they get outside,
we'll straight party again
Have a toast for the S's
out in the county like
Celebration time, I ain't hard to find
Pop the champagne and let's get wicked,
dawg
I'm a high -powered sol dier
and I'm ready to blow
Make one call, and you ask to be finished
But it's a gangsta party
and all these rappers are low
Little Eazy Bone Thug, MCA to the spot
G -Unit, CMW, and Nate Dogg
And on the south side,
homies up on the top floor
Open tap tonight
and the strippers on the dance floor
We made it to the top
And we can't be stopped, no, no, no
And we got the streets on lock
Everybody loves how we do it
We made it to the top,
and we can't be stopped, no, no, no
And we got the streets all locked,
everybody knows how we do it
Yeah, put your drinks up,
and celebrate,
cause you made it, boy
It feels good at the top, oh yeah,
we gonna party till we drop, oh yeah
It's a celebration, homie,
thank you, homie
Throw your cups in the air,
and drink with me, homie
And now the gangsta made us the list,
roll to the suite
It's at the hour by the Pa
cific coast by the beach
Top -notch models,
and we reppin' the West
I'm untouchable bull,
so ask and fuck the rest
I'm in the back room,
with the stripper bitches
Money ain't a damn thing,
so they can suck my dick
Ah, ah, ah, I'm still ghetto, yo
With a million dollar deal,
so I'm ready to roll
Ready to post,
and I ain't hittin' them lightly
Ghost ridin' the 6 -3,
bitch need high fee
I'm a plet, so no time to play
I'm the new West Coast,
to get out my way or get jacked
We can't fade the caps,
they got the streets unlocked,
now I'm waiting for my plaques
We made it to the top,
and we can't be stopped, no, no, no
And we got the streets on lock,
everybody loves how we do it
We made it to the top,
and we can't be stopped, no, no, no
And we got the streets on lock,
everybody loves how we do it
It's time to celebrate
Yeah, you know we doin' it, ha -ha,
how you like me now?
Whoo!
Worldwide, we'll take this show
You can't see me, I told you,
you can't see me
Celebration all day long,
so grab your cups
Oh!
Mr. Capone-e 
