this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
 2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
 and everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
 cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
 but I'm the only motherfucker with the candy cream
 now the spots hot, here come the cops
 the ??????????, it's time to close up shop
 time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones
 talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
 cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
 like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
 eyes red, dank to the head
 I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead
 Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
 Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
 so we can remenisce to all the niggas missed
 and when I said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this
 cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt
 and every nigga in they momma done did dirt
 or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
 or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
 cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
 cause every nigga in the town got a gat
 and these hoes, you can't love em
 even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
 watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
 but mind your own motherfucker and it's like that

 rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
 that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

 rollin through the cuts
 dippin down the alleys of killa Cali
 Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy
 so I roll on, tank-top with my swoll on
 pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
 I like to chill out, hang out
 cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
 fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses
 but everybody head turn when the coup passes
 Who ride, I ride with my 9 hoe
 I creep as I crept cause I gotta keep that low pro

 rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
 that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

 this nigga, I am one
 quick to use that A-K gun
 on a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
 2 to the dome will do your ass home
 huh, ain't no love in my motherfucking hood
 lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good
 we need cash cause it's all about the fucking rent
 we get the dice and start rollin on the pavement
 that's how it is on the first of every month
 sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
 gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
 young G's from the hood trying to get by

 rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
 that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

 when I'm rollin through my hood
 I see alot of factors, alot of actors
 but since the money's low, I see alot of jackers
 but where I stay at, it be the east to the bay
 but what do I be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre
 and what do I be strappin, it be a ace to a K
 but I don't love them hoes, that's why I never ever play
 in the 9-4, I use to sell dope and holla at the bitch
 but it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip
 14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good
 cause a nigga like set trippin up in my neighborhood
 ???? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
 it's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee
 can't trust none of these hoes, I leave them hoes at the bus
 cause it's one motherfucking thing in this world that you can't trust
 it be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
 in this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up
 I seen this bitches, these niggas
 these niggas all the same
 it's a scandel thang, and Silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game

 rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
 that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood

 I hit the play twice, and then I'm off to a get away
 where I got my shit hid away in the cut
 A personal yaht, I snatch a few sacks
 about to hit the track to come up on some scraps
 hit the block sideways, perking, trippin
 swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
 all night long nigga's hustle for paper
 24-7 nigga's stay on the caper
 gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
 gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow
 you see it's still going down
 motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
 the silent sound
 never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game
 straight passed away
 and as well as we all know
 it's a little bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
 now when I roll through my spot
 i see niggas like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots nigga
 hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
 (in the hood, in the hood)

 like that, check it out fool
 it's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
 and if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand

 rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
 that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
 rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood
 that is what i see when I'm rollin through my hood
 rollin through my hood