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 here And I'm out in a morn', dawg Glock two around here What chu around here, and you know I keep my tool around here My niggaz act a fool here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, We down, we real, we forever Put in game down here, change down here I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done made my way, round And them hoes know, I them like haze round here Been made here, blow hay round here Ask around, them know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done down 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 livin' wit no
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, 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 down nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz You can buy it, from the cops down You know who sweat it here, bitch it's so Crip round here So many bitches out there, snitchin' here That's why every summer, be missin' round here
I wit straight killers, thug 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 strickly I'll be forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, But the hoes, they don't down here They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down They be heavy on the pill, down Got mo' than that what the meal down here
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we clean, on them things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on them round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah
Oh yeah, I know you never known, round here It get hotter then the body, get the idea just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here Young killers tote pistols, like they down here Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, here A pocket full of stones, get you on down here So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here
Hey, it ain't 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 round here The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone here Get a hole in ya dome, ya rims down here 24's make them dubs, look like 10 here I'm where it is, and the biz is for us round here Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that down here
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low 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