Master P

Rollin Thru My Hood

Master P


Featuring Big Ed King George Lil Ric Silkk The Shocker] 
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