Uh yeah Yeah yeah Know it sound like (It's the Roc nigga) (Uh-huh, uh) Don't be now niggaz (Round here, here) We know you now Marcy (Let's go, blaze)
I let you know, how I do it round And I'm out eight in a morn', Glock two around here What chu around here, and you know I keep my tool around here My niggaz act a around here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, We down, we real, we forever Put in down here, make change down here 'Coz I serve fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done made my way, here And them know, I twist them like haze round here made down here, blow hay round here Ask around, them know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done down there But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead here Round here, and I'm still in my Air's Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
here, yeah, round here, yeah We ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down is the season for the zoe's round here If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here From nickels to birds, you can get it and served For talkin' too much, be for certain, niggaz workin' You can buy it, the cops down here You know who sweat it down here, bitch so Crip round here So many bitches out there, snitchin' round That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round
I roll wit killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers And if they ridin' wit me, best believe my niggaz As for you bitches, about it See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, But the hoes, they don't care down They be suckin' and all year down here They be heavy on the pill, down Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal here
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on them things here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah
Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round here It get hotter then the body, get the idea It's just Caprice's, and sittin' on chrome down here Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here Young tote pistols, like they grown down here Them niggaz similar to King Kong, round here A pocket full of stones, get you on down here So dope boy, keep ya drops like the round here
Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home here Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't round here You say the thang, will get ya back blown round here The rep they hood, by the zone round here Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya down here 24's make them dubs, look like 10 down I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers here Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that down here
Round here, yeah, here, yeah Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on things round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Round here, yeah, round here, We ridin' clean, on them things here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah