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 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 fool around here, My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, We down, we real, we bang Put in game down here, make down here 'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here,
And I made my way, round here And them hoes know, I twist them like round here Been down here, blow hay round here Ask around, them know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I aired down there But the streets was bigger, I the lead round here Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears
Round here, yeah, here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them round here Yeah, round here, yeah, 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, here, yeah We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it down here You get a box of blow for no mo' 24 down here is the season for the zoe's round here If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served For too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin' You can buy it, from the cops here You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round So bitches out there, snitchin' round here That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round
I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug dealers And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my As for you bitches, forget it See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business I'll be forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, But the hoes, they care down here They be suckin' and fuckin' all year here be heavy on the pill, down here Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Round here, yeah, 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 prolly never known, here It get hotter the body, get the wrong idea It's Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's on round here Young killers tote pistols, like they down here Them young similar to King Kong, round here A full of stones, would get you on down here So dope boy, keep ya drops like the round here
Hey, it ain't for the faker walkin' home round here Hey, the what we know if you ain't know round here You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown here The gangsta's rep hood, by the zone round here Get a in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here 24's make them dubs, look 10 down here I'm where it is, and the biz is for us round here Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all matters down here
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them 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 round Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah