Mike Dean - G's lyrics

(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...