Ah, it's off in H-Town, baby He he he for the funk lovers it to me
And we really want the whole to see How it We want your to blow, baby When you free your and let it float
Let me We want your to blow let us hang with you
Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the My partners on the cut swisher sweets Trippin' on the hoochies, rollin' by in they Guzzlin' up a forty ounce of cold St.
Jammin' to a to my partner had made Growin' up in the Hood' bein' with Face Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin' nothin' but Reached in my pocket for the old school
Pulled out a and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my partner what they hittin' fo' Pulled out a yard and said, "We a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your some love
Kickin' fadin', put the flame to the joint 3-2, baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' 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 in ounce And away from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, just let a brother
Let me We want your to blow Just got some to do
Back on the creep after losin' some my partner [unverified], Big Chief and James Creepin' on the boulevard, actin' a on the broads at the old school
Music bumpin' hard, never it down Trunk super with surround-by sound Paint job crackin' the punch ain't fade Jammin' brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowin' coke-laced I'm up the deuce to the HPD Now they crazy like I sold the hay Just day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I O.G. his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G.
They chopped up the hood, so I'm chunkin' it And then they out a 200 dollar sack When I saw it I almost your partner one, big baby Just let partner smoke
Let me We your mind to blow We got things to do
on some lovely, now I'm feelin' 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, gettin' drunk as a That 151 ain't no punk Hit the and grabbed the mic and started flexin' styles A stage full of tight MC's goin
Now throw hands in the air like that On the wheels of is my homie Lonnie Mack down on his own Now I'm pass my partner Jay the microphone
Throw your hands in the air like Northside where you at, where you at, you at? Throw your hands in the air that Southside where you at, you at, where you at?
your hands in the air like that Eastside where you at, you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like Westside where you at, where you at, you at?
Let me We want mind to blow Let me We want mind to blow
We got things to do let us hang with you We some for you My partner