Master P - Rollin Thru My Hood Lyrics
Yo kid man, stop the musicRollin through my, rollin through my hoodThis what I see when Im rollin through my hood2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6And everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this *****Cause shes a dope fiend, she need emphetamineBut Im the only mother*****er with the candy creamNow the spots hot, here come the copsThe ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , its time to close up shopTime to move on, brothas on there cellular phonesTalkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongsCause in the ghetto everbody got nicknamesLike master p, lil roy, and big manEyes red, dank to the headIm not snoop dogg but I feel like lil half deadHenace with a dab of that gin and juiceGatorade, but it gotta be 80 proofSo we can remenisce to all the niggas missedAnd when I said the ghettos trying to kill me, feel thisCause in my hood, its rest in peace shirtAnd every nigga in they momma done did dirtOr formed a gang, or even ganged bangedOr slang dope, mother*****er its the same thangCause where Im from you got to watch your backCause every nigga in the town got a gatAnd these hoes, you cant love emEven though a mother*****er wanta kiss and rub emWatch your back, cause gats go rat-tatBut mind your own mother*****er and its like thatRollin through my hood, rollin through my hoodThat is what I see when Im rollin through my hoodRollin through the cutsDippin down the alleys of killa caliBig ed got that top drop cause its not cloudySo I roll on, tank-top with my swoll onPullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozoneI like to chill out, hang outCause Im cool, you know big ed is in the mix with the fixFool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin assesBut everybody head turn when the coup passesWho ride, I ride with my 9 hoeI creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low proRollin through my hood, rollin through my hoodThat is what I see when Im rollin through my hoodThis nigga, I am oneQuick to use that a-k gunOn a mark mother*****er who wanta pick a bone2 to the dome will do your ass homeHuh, aint no love in my mother*****ing hoodLookin where Im at, aint shit turning all goodWe need cash cause its all about the *****ing rentWe get the dice and start rollin on the pavementThats how it is on the first of every monthSippin gin, and toking off of bluntsGettin higher than the sky, dont ask whyYoung gs from the hood trying to get byRollin through my hood, rollin through my hoodThat is what I see when Im rollin through my hoodWhen Im rollin through my hoodI see alot of factors, alot of actorsBut since the moneys low, I see alot of jackersBut where I stay at, it be the east to the bayBut what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a treAnd what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a kBut I dont love them hoes, thats why I never ever playIn the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the *****But its 9-5 so its all about me trying to get a grip14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all goodCause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood? ? ? ? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the treeIts all about mine, so its all about me tryin to get a feeCant trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the busCause its one mother*****ing thing in this world that you cant trustIt be a *****, cause they a snitch, they get you caught upIn this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor upI seen this *****es, these niggasThese niggas all the sameIts a scandel thang, and silkk wont be caught up in this ghetto gameRollin through my hood, rollin through my hoodThat is what I see when Im rollin through my hoodI hit the play twice, and then Im off to a get awayWhere I got my shit hid away in the cutA personal yaht, I snatch a few sacksAbout to hit the track to come up on some scrapsHit the block sideways, perking, trippinSwervin, Im servin the shit that I made cause its tightAll night long niggas hustle for paper24-7 niggas stay on the caperGotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yoGotta keep lie-lo with them hollowYou see its still going downMother*****ers gettin bucked in the townThe silent soundNever go away, every other day its another nigga in the gameStraight passed awayAnd as well as we all knowIts a little bitty city where mother*****ers bound to get shittyNow when I roll through my spotI see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots niggaHot 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 foolIts a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thangAnd if you aint from the ghetto you wouldnt understandRollin through my hood, rollin through my hoodThat is what I see when Im rollin through my hoodRollin through my hood, rollin through my hoodThat is what I see when Im rollin through my hoodRollin through my hood
