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