(And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...)
Chorus:
Now when you`re rollin` through yo` muthafuckin` hood,
what do you see?
(I see some muthafuckin` G`s)
Now when you`re rollin` through yo` muthafuckin` hood,
tell me what you see?
(Some muthafuckin` G`s)
(verse 1)
Roamin` in my muthafuckin` hood and thangs
Seems to me my mutherfuckin` hood done changed
Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs
But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs
.45 in my lap when I`m on the creep
Niggas livin` shife, so I roll one deep
Cause now they see me flippin` in the 1-9-9-4
C.S.I. nigga, black 850
And now they lookin` at me crazy
But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can`t fade me
And if it came down to the gun, black
I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat
So get yo` muthafuckin` boys together
I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin` noise forever
And gettin` paid at the same time
So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine
Cause if you disrespect, you ass out
And they we rolling through yo` shit in the glasshouse
Actin` bad with the flashers on
Makin` niggas get they asses on
Cause ain`t no mutherfuckin` love for fools
Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools
It ain`t no haps on it, hops
We snaps on the cops
And straps on the glocks
And take the law into our own hands
Cause you ain`t fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man
And we gon` show you what we mean by funk
Muthafucka, you ain`t see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that`ll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from the streets
When you rolling through yo` mutherfuckin` hood, what do you see?
Chorus...
(verse 2)
Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house
Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot
Put my shit in park and got up under the tree
Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3
Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke
Eyes gettin` red cause we higher than coke
A nigga chillin` cause it`s all good
And we ain`t trippin` on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood
But other niggas don`t wanna see it that way
But all I got to say is: you don`t wanna see that S.A.
Because we`re all upon a mission
Killin don`t make us no different
And dyin don`t make it no different
Cause I done been to mo` wakes in this past year
Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year
So ain`t no muthafuckin` thang for me
To kill a nigga who ain`t fuckin` with the gang with me
Chorus...
(verse 3)
Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin` loc`ed and
Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open
Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip
So we can have a reason for fuckin` up your shit
(It ain`t no muthafuckin` peace when they see me)
Cause we never had a muthafuckin` peace treaty
So I know I got to get em with game
And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang
Cause it`s kill or be killed, never cut slack
And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that
I never give a second chance to pull the first gun
Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one
And that`s the one that can close the shop
So you gotta stand and hold the glock
Cause in my muthafuckin` hood, that`s how it be
But when you`re rollin` through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see?
Chorus...
