yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I`m 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 she`s a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
but I`m the only motherfucker with the candy cream
now the spots hot, here come the cops
the ??????????, it`s 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
I`m 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 ghetto`s trying to kill me, feel this
cause in my hood, it`s 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 it`s the same thang
cause where I`m from you got to watch your back
cause every nigga in the town got a gat
and these hoes, you can`t 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 it`s like that
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I`m rollin through my hood
rollin through the cuts
dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
Big Ed got that top drop cause it`s 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 I`m 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 I`m 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, ain`t no love in my motherfucking hood
lookin where I`m at, ain`t shit turning all good
we need cash cause it`s all about the fucking rent
we get the dice and start rollin on the pavement
that`s how it is on the first of every month
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don`t ask why
young G`s from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I`m rollin through my hood
when I`m rollin through my hood
I see alot of factors, alot of actors
but since the money`s 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 don`t love them hoes, that`s why I never ever play
in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch
but it`s 9-5 so it`s 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
it`s all about mine, so it`s all about me tryin to get a fee
can`t trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus
cause it`s one motherfucking thing in this world that you can`t 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
it`s a scandel thang, and Silkk won`t be caught up in this ghetto game
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I`m rollin through my hood
I hit the play twice, and then I`m 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, I`m servin the shit that I made cause it`s tight
all night long nigga`s hustle for paper
24-7 nigga`s stay on the caper
gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow
you see it`s still going down
motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
the silent sound
never go away, every other day it`s another nigga in the game
straight passed away
and as well as we all know
it`s 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
it`s a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
and if you ain`t from the ghetto you wouldn`t understand
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I`m rollin through my hood
rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
that is what i see when I`m rollin through my hood
rollin through my hood
