Yo kid man, stop the music
Rollin through my, rollin through my hood
This what I see when Im rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
And everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
Cause shes a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
But Im the only motherfucker with the candy cream
Now the spots hot, here come the cops
The ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , its time to close up shop
Time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones
Talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
Cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
Like master p, lil roy, and big man
Eyes red, dank to the head
Im not snoop dogg but I feel like lil half dead
Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
So we can remenisce to all the niggas missed
And when I said the ghettos trying to kill me, feel this
Cause in my hood, its rest in peace shirt
And every nigga in they momma done did dirt
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
Or slang dope, motherfucker its the same thang
Cause where Im from you got to watch your back
Cause every nigga in the town got a gat
And these hoes, you cant love em
Even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
Watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
But mind your own motherfucker and its like that
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what I see when Im rollin through my hood
Rollin through the cuts
Dippin down the alleys of killa cali
Big ed got that top drop cause its not cloudy
So I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
Pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
I like to chill out, hang out
Cause Im cool, you know big ed is in the mix with the fix
Fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses
But everybody head turn when the coup passes
Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe
I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what I see when Im rollin through my hood
This nigga, I am one
Quick to use that a-k gun
On a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
2 to the dome will do your ass home
Huh, aint no love in my motherfucking hood
Lookin where Im at, aint shit turning all good
We need cash cause its all about the fucking rent
We get the dice and start rollin on the pavement
Thats how it is on the first of every month
Sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
Gettin higher than the sky, dont ask why
Young gs from the hood trying to get by
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what I see when Im rollin through my hood
When Im rollin through my hood
I see alot of factors, alot of actors
But since the moneys low, I see alot of jackers
But where I stay at, it be the east to the bay
But what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre
And what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a k
But I dont love them hoes, thats why I never ever play
In the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch
But its 9-5 so its all about me trying to get a grip
14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good
Cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood
? ? ? ? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
Its all about mine, so its all about me tryin to get a fee
Cant trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus
Cause its one motherfucking thing in this world that you cant trust
It be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
In this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up
I seen this bitches, these niggas
These niggas all the same
Its a scandel thang, and silkk wont be caught up in this ghetto game
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what I see when Im rollin through my hood
I hit the play twice, and then Im off to a get away
Where I got my shit hid away in the cut
A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks
About to hit the track to come up on some scraps
Hit the block sideways, perking, trippin
Swervin, Im servin the shit that I made cause its tight
All night long niggas hustle for paper
24-7 niggas stay on the caper
Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
Gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow
You see its still going down
Motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
The silent sound
Never go away, every other day its another nigga in the game
Straight passed away
And as well as we all know
Its a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
Now when I roll through my spot
I see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga
Hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
(in the hood, in the hood)
Like that, check it out fool
Its a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
And if you aint from the ghetto you wouldnt understand
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what I see when Im rollin through my hood
Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
That is what I see when Im rollin through my hood
Rollin through my hood