I'm going back to Fergi Fergi, Fergi
I'm going back to Fergi.. hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Fergi, Fergi, Fergili
I'm going back to Fergi.. I don't think so
Going back to Fergi, stylin, profilin
Growlin, and smilin, while holdin my gun
The wood on the wndow is down, on the Auto Zone
And it's fly, cause they are stealin wiper fluid
Castrol Oil, front brakes, plushed out, even those fuzzy dice
and three thugs waiting
BABOOOOM the whigs are flying the glass is shattering
Passing all the cop cars along the way
Movement of the hands, waived in the hair
Pop a gat in the hood running away
I'm going back to Fergi Fergi, Fergi
I'm going back to Fergi.. hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Fergi, Fergi, Fergili
I'm going back to Fergi.. I don't think so
I'm going back to Fergi, poppin 'em, burnin 'em
Takin 'em to shots they never before brung
The 7-11 is the place, on the strip it's a trip
Where the Fortys cold, and we can still rip
The cops micro skips, but we don't give a shit
Prancin, stealin, burnnin, shootin
I asked her to get down, so we steal they shit
I wanna have this Bag o chips, but I don't wanna pay
I'm going back to Fergi Fergi, Fergi
I'm going back to Fergi Fergi, Fergi - no man I don't think so
I'm going back to Fergi Fergi, Fergi
I'm going back to Fergi
I'm going back to Fergii, lootin, burning
Advising realizing, the cop sizing me up
His gun - small; staure - tall
He said, stay the hell back
He showed me a gun, I raised my hands
and then he pulled the triggah
Now I thought I was fast, but this cop was faster
He's lookin for a real alibi this time
I said, "I just raised my hands,"
and he shot me again and everyone ran away with the thought of a crime
I'm going back to Fergi Fergi, Fergi
I'm going back to Fergi.. hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Fergi, Fergi, Fergili
I'm going back to Fergi.. I don't think so