[Verse 1:]This one is for the boys with the boomin' systemTop down, AC with the coolin' systemWhen he come up in the club, he be blazin' upGot stacks on deck like he savin' upAnd he ill, he real, he might gotta dealHe pop bottles and he got the right kind of billHe cold, he dope, he might sell cokeHe always in the air, but he never fly coachHe a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship,