Uh yeah yeah yeah Know it sound like (It's the Roc nigga) (Uh-huh, uh) Don't be scared now (Round here, here) We know you now Marcy (Let's go, blaze)
I let you know, how I do it here And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg two around here What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool here My niggaz act a fool here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, We down, we real, we forever Put in game here, make change down here 'Coz I serve them fiends, raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done my way, round here And them hoes know, I twist them like haze here Been made down here, blow hay round Ask around, them know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done aired down But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no
Round here, yeah, here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, We clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down You get a box of blow for no mo' 24 down here This is the for the zoe's round here If you who you know, you can get it for the low down here From nickels to birds, you can get it and served For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz You can buy it, from the cops here You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip here So many bitches out there, snitchin' round That's why every summer, bitches be missin' here
I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug dealers And if they ridin' wit me, best them my niggaz As for you bitches, forget it See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business I'll be thuggin' forever, see fighter, not a lover I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, But the hoes, they don't down here They be suckin' and all year down here They be on the pill, down here Got mo' than what the motherfuckin' meal down here
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, We ridin' clean, on them round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round It get hotter then the body, get the idea just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here Young killers tote pistols, like grown down here Them young niggaz similar to Kong, round here A pocket full of stones, would get you on here So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round
Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round Hey, the hell what we if you ain't know round here You say the wrong thang, will get ya blown round here The gangsta's rep hood, by the zone round here Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down 24's make them dubs, look 10 down here I'm where it is, and the biz is for us round here Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that down here
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah