Ah, it's off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the funk it to me
And we want the whole world to see How it We want mind to blow, baby When you free your and let it float
Let me We want your mind to let us hang with you
Hangin' in the hood, shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut swisher sweets 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 Face sweet's a killer, feelin' nothin' but nice Reached in my pocket for the old dice
Pulled out a and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my partner Mike what hittin' fo' out a yard and said, "We bettin' a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show partner some love
Kickin' back fadin', put the flame to the 3-2, drop baby, your point Back in the do' a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the in my face
And then he out, "School house" Schooled 'em again, now D's in ounce And walked from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, just let a brother
Let me We want mind to blow Just got some to do
Back on the creep after losin' some Seen my partner [unverified], Big Chief and on the boulevard, actin' a fool Trippin' on the at the old school
Music bumpin' hard, turnin' it down Trunk super tight surround-by sound Paint job 'cause the punch ain't fade Jammin' brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowin' coke-laced I'm throwin' up the to the HPD Now lookin crazy 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 up the hood, so I'm chunkin' it back And then they pulled out a 200 sack When I saw it I almost Twist your one, big baby Just let partner smoke
Let me We want mind to blow We got some to do
on some lovely, now I'm feelin' fine It's off at the 9.9 5th in the house with 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 stage and grabbed the mic and flexin' styles A stage full of tight MC's buckwild
Now throw your hands in the air like On the wheels of steel is my Lonnie Mack Gettin' on his own Now I'm finna my partner Jay the microphone
Throw your in the air like that Northside you at, where you at, where you at? Throw hands in the air like that Southside where you at, where you at, you at?
Throw your hands in the air like where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air that Westside you at, where you at, where you at?
Let me We want your to blow Let me We want mind to blow
We got things to do Just let us hang you We some for you My Jay's