Uh yeah Yeah yeah what 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 in a morn', dawg Glock two around here What chu move around here, and you know I keep my around here My act a fool around here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, We down, we real, we bang Put in game down here, change down here 'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine here, yeah
And I done my way, round here And them hoes know, I them like haze round here Been down here, blow hay round here Ask around, them niggaz know I lay here Down here, yeah, and I done aired there But the was bigger, I pump the lead round here Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah
here, yeah, round here, yeah We clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 here 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, from the cops here You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so round here So bitches out there, snitchin' round here That's why summer, bitches 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 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 down here They be suckin' and all year down here They be heavy on the pill, here Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' down here
Round here, yeah, here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah
here, yeah, round here, yeah We clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Oh yeah, I know you never known, round here It get hotter the body, get the wrong idea It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's on round here Young killers tote pistols, like they 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 round
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, will get ya back blown round The gangsta's rep they hood, by the round here Get a in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here 24's make dubs, look like 10 down here I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them round here Yeah, round here, yeah, 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, here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah