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