(And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...)
Chorus:
Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthaf**in' hood
What do you see?
(I see some muthaf**in' G's)
Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthaf**in' hood
Tell me what you see?
(Some muthaf**in' G's)
(Verse 1)
Roamin' in my muthaf**in' hood and thangs
Seems to me my mutherf**in' hood done changed
Cause n***as 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
n***as livin' shife, so I roll one deep
Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4
C.S.I. n***a, black 850
And now they lookin' at me crazy
But off-brand n***as can s** a dick because they can't fade me
And if it came down to the gun, black
I never cracked up under pressure, cause I was trained for combat
So get yo' muthaf**in' boys together
I represent S.A., n***a, and we makin' noise forever
And gettin' paid at the same time
So you respect a muthaf**a when a muthaf**a claim mine
Cause if you disrespect, you a** out
And they we rolling through yo' sh** in the Gla**house
Actin' bad with the flashers on
Makin' n***as get they a**es on
Cause ain't no mutherf**in' love for fools
Who come around this muthaf**a 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 f**ing with a rookie, n***a, you f**ing with a grown man
And we gon' show you what we mean by funk
Muthaf**a, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll f** a n***a whole day
So recognize a real n***a from the streets
When you rolling through yo' mutherf**in' hood, what do you see?
Chorus...
(Verse 2)
Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house
Scored a 40 bag and we hit the spot
Put my sh** 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 n***a chillin' cause it's all good
And we ain't trippin' on the bullsh**, n***a, because we all hood
But other n***as 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
k**in 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 muthaf**in Bengals lost last year
So ain't no muthaf**in' thang for me
To k** a n***a who ain't f**in' with the gang with me
Chorus...
(Verse 3)
Formaldehyde smokin, n***as gettin' loc'ed and
Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open
Scoping, hoping for you to f** up and slip
So we can have a reason for f**in' up your sh**
(It ain't no muthaf**in' peace when they see me)
Cause we never had a muthaf**in' 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 k** or be k**ed, never cut slack
And if you cut slack, they bust back, f** 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 muthaf**in' hood, that's how it be
But when you're rollin' through your muthaf**ing hood, what do YOU see?
Chorus...