Uh yeah yeah yeah Know it sound like (It's the Roc nigga) (Uh-huh, uh) Don't be scared now (Round here, here) We know you now Marcy (Let's go, blaze)
I let you know, how I do it here And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two 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 game down here, make down here I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done made my way, round And hoes know, I twist them like haze round here Been made down here, blow hay here Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down Down here, yeah, and I done aired there But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah 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 dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
hot as hell, but it snows down here You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down is the season for the zoe's round here If you who you know, you can get it for the low down here From to birds, you can get it flipped and served For talkin' too much, be for certain, them workin' You can buy it, the cops down here You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip here So many out there, snitchin' round here That's why every summer, be missin' round here
I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug And if they ridin' wit me, best them my niggaz As for you bitches, forget it See the was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business 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 here They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down They be heavy on the pill, down Got mo' that what the motherfuckin' meal down here
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we clean, on them things round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on them round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah
Oh yeah, I know you prolly known, round here It get hotter then the body, get the wrong It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here Young killers pistols, like they grown down here young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here A full of stones, would get you on down here So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here
Hey, it ain't safe for the walkin' home round here Hey, the hell we know if you ain't know round here You say the wrong thang, get ya back blown round here The gangsta's rep hood, by the zone round here Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims here 24's make them dubs, like 10 down here I'm it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down
Round here, yeah, here, yeah Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah