Ah, it's jumpin' off in H-Town, 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 on the hoochies, rollin' by in they rides Guzzlin' up a forty ounce of cold St.
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 for the old school dice
Pulled out a and dropped the dice on the flo' And my partner Mike what they hittin' fo' Pulled out a yard and said, "We a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your partner love
Kickin' back fadin', put the 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 walked away 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 losin' some change Seen my partner [unverified], Big and James Creepin' on the boulevard, a fool Trippin' on the broads at the old
Music bumpin' hard, never it down super tight with surround-by sound Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch ain't Jammin' that new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, coke-laced seed I'm up the deuce to the HPD Now lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the of S.A. Roll a little further there, I O.G. his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G.
They up the hood, so I'm chunkin' it back And they pulled out a 200 dollar sack I saw it I almost choked Twist partner one, big baby let your partner 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 the S.A. fools Ain't no set trippin' we all so cool
up the bottle, gettin' drunk as a skunk That 151 just no punk Hit the and grabbed the mic and started flexin' styles A full of tight MC's goin buckwild
Now throw hands in the air like that On the of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack down on his own Now I'm finna my partner Jay the microphone
your hands in the air like that Northside where you at, you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like Southside 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 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 want mind to blow
We got things to do Just let us with you We drink for you My partner