Ah, it's off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the lovers it to me
And we really want the world to see How it We want your mind to blow, When you your mind and let it float
Let me We want mind to blow Just let us hang you
Hangin' in the hood, just the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' sweets Trippin' on the hoochies, by in they rides Guzzlin' up a forty ounce of cold St.
Jammin' to a tape to my had made Growin' up in the Hood' bein' with Face Swisher sweet's a killer, nothin' but nice in my pocket for the old school dice
Pulled out a knot and the dice on the flo' And my partner Mike what they hittin' fo' Pulled out a and said, "We bettin' a dove" Tee Lee Baby, your partner some love
back 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 then he out, "School house" 'em again, now D's come in ounce And away from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, let a brother smoke
Let me We your mind to blow got some things to do
Back on the creep after losin' some Seen my [unverified], Big Chief and James Creepin' on the boulevard, actin' a Trippin' on the at the old school
bumpin' hard, never turnin' it down Trunk super tight with sound Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch fade that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, coke-laced seed I'm up the deuce to the HPD Now they lookin crazy I sold the hay Just another day in the of S.A. a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother [unverified], S.A. O.G.
They chopped up the hood, so I'm chunkin' it And they pulled out a 200 dollar sack When I saw it I choked Twist partner one, big baby Just let your smoke
Let me We want your mind to We got some to do
on some lovely, now I'm feelin' fine It's off at the 9.9 5th Ward in the house with the S.A. Ain't no set trippin' we all so cool
Drinkin' up the bottle, gettin' as a skunk That 151 just ain't no 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 that On the wheels of is my homie Lonnie Mack down on his own Now I'm finna pass my Jay the microphone
your hands in the air like that Northside where you at, you at, where you at? Throw your in the air like that where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw hands in the air like that where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air that Westside where you at, where you at, you at?
Let me We your mind to blow Let me We want your mind to
We got some to do Just let us with you We some for you My Jay's