Start a riot in the city tonight: find me young and desperate under the streetlights. I got a book full of hooks to lay down. I'm like a crook with the way I roll out. Baby, I love the way you wear those hips: I can't forget the cherry flavor taste you had on your lips. So, call me crazy girl but I know you know it's on and shorty's ridin' dirty and she's calling me up, yo, slurring all her words and telling me she's in love. Well, baby, I don't roll like that so get your ass in the back of the Cadillac. Woah oh, how do we make our getaway? I want to know. Are you down to run with me? I got cutie on lock with the game I spit. I work it smooth from the drop, it's the way I hit. I leave 'em wide-eyed and dazed with passion. Shorty got (Got what yo?) Talent. Baby, are you down for the ride? Cause lately I've got you on my mind. I drop this like it ain't no thing cause baby, Cali can't wait for them diamond rings. You've got stars like us in your eyes. We took a chance, we had the summer time and made it to the coast. We slept in cars and saw the shoreline fade to crimson red and gold. We fell in love back then and swore to run against the ocean air.