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yo kid man, stop the music
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rollin through my, rollin through my hood
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this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
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2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
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and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
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cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
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but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream
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now the spots hot, here come the cops
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the ??????????, it's time to close up shop
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time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones
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talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
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cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
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like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
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eyes red, dank to the head
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I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead
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Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
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Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
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so we can remenisce to all the niggas missed
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and when I said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this
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cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt
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and every nigga in they momma done did dirt
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or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
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or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
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cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
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cause every nigga in the town got a gat
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and these hoes, you can't love em
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even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
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watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
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but mind your own motherfucker and it's like that
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rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
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that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
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rollin through the cuts
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dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
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Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
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so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
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pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
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I like to chill out, hang out
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cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
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fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses
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but everybody head turn when the coup passes
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Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe
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I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro
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rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
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that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
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this nigga, I am one
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quick to use that A-K gun
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on a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
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2 to the dome will do your ass home
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huh, ain't no love in my motherfucking hood
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lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good
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we need cash cause it's all about the fucking rent
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we get the dice and start rollin on the pavement
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that's how it is on the first of every month
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sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
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gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
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young G's from the hood trying to get by
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rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
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that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
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when I'm rollin through my hood
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I see alot of factors, alot of actors
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but since the money's low, I see alot of jackers
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but where I stay at, it be the east to the bay
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but what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre
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and what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a K
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but I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play
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in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch
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but it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip
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14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good
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cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood
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???? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
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it's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee
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can't trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus
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cause it's one motherfucking thing in this world that you can't trust
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it be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
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in this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up
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I seen this bitches, these niggas
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these niggas all the same
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it's a scandel thang, and Silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game
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rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
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that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
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I hit the play twice, and then I'm off to a get away
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where I got my shit hid away in the cut
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A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks
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about to hit the track to come up on some scraps
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hit the block sideways, perking, trippin
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swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
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all night long nigga's hustle for paper
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24-7 nigga's stay on the caper
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gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
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gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow
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you see it's still going down
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motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
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the silent sound
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never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game
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straight passed away
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and as well as we all know
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it's a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
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now when I roll through my spot
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i see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga
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hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
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(in the hood, in the hood)
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like that, check it out fool
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it's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
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and if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand
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rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
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that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
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rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
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that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
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rollin through my hood
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Rollin Thru My Hood
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| Master P f/ Big Ed, King Georg |
