Ah, jumpin' off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the lovers it to me
And we really the whole world to see How it We want your to blow, baby When you free mind and let it float
Let me We want your to blow Just let us with you
Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the My partners on the cut smokin' swisher Trippin' on the hoochies, rollin' by in they Guzzlin' up a ounce of cold St. Ides
to a tape to my partner had made Growin' up in the Hood' bein' mixed with Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin' but nice Reached in my pocket for the old school
out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my Mike what they hittin' fo' Pulled out a yard and said, "We a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some
Kickin' back fadin', put the to the joint 3-2, baby, 3-2's your point in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the in my face
And he hollered out, "School house" Schooled 'em again, now D's come in And walked from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, let a brother smoke
Let me We want mind to blow got some things to do
Back on the after losin' some change Seen my [unverified], Big Chief and James Creepin' on the boulevard, a fool Trippin' on the broads at the old
Music bumpin' hard, never turnin' it Trunk super with surround-by sound Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch ain't that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowin' seed I'm throwin' up the to the HPD Now they lookin like I sold the hay another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little there, I seen O.G. his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G.
They chopped up the hood, so I'm it back And then they out a 200 dollar sack When I saw it I choked Twist your partner one, big Just let your smoke
Let me We want your to blow We got things to do
Smokin' on some lovely, now I'm fine It's off at the 9.9 5th Ward in the house the S.A. fools no set trippin' 'cause we all so cool
Drinkin' up the bottle, drunk as a skunk That 151 just no punk Hit the stage and grabbed the mic and flexin' styles A stage full of MC's goin buckwild
Now throw your hands in the air like On the wheels of steel is my homie Mack Gettin' on his own Now I'm pass my partner Jay the microphone
Throw your hands in the air that Northside where you at, where you at, you at? Throw your hands in the air that where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in the air like Eastside where you at, where you at, you at? your hands in the air like that Westside where you at, you at, where you at?
Let me We want mind to blow Let me We your mind to blow
We got things to do Just let us hang you We drink for you My partner