| Now when you’re rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood, |
| what do you see? |
| (I see some muthafuckin' G’s) |
| Now when you’re rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood, |
| tell me what you see? |
| (Some muthafuckin' G’s) |
| Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs |
| Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed |
| Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs |
| But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs |
| .45 in my lap when I’m on the creep |
| Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep |
| Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1−9-9−4 |
| C.S.I. nigga, black 850 |
| And now they lookin' at me crazy |
| But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can’t fade me |
| And if it came down to the gun, black |
| I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat |
| So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together |
| I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin' noise forever |
| And gettin' paid at the same time |
| So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine |
| Cause if you disrespect, you ass out |
| And they we rolling through yo' shit in the glasshouse |
| Actin' bad with the flashers on |
| Makin' niggas get they asses on |
| Cause ain’t no mutherfuckin' love for fools |
| Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools |
| It ain’t no haps on it, hops |
| We snaps on the cops |
| And straps on the glocks |
| And take the law into our own hands |
| Cause you ain’t fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man |
| And we gon' show you what we mean by funk |
| Muthafucka, you ain’t see my trunk |
| I got a (SK) and a (AK) |
| And a (12 gauge) that’ll fuck a nigga whole day |
| So recognize a real nigga from the streets |
| When you rolling through yo' mutherfuckin' hood, what do you see? |
| Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house |
| Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot |
| Put my shit in park and got up under the tree |
| Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3 |
| Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke |
| Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke |
| A nigga chillin' cause it’s all good |
| And we ain’t trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood |
| But other niggas don’t wanna see it that way |
| But all I got to say is: you don’t wanna see that S.A. |
| Because we’re all upon a mission |
| Killin don’t make us no different |
| And dyin don’t make it no different |
| Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year |
| Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year |
| So ain’t no muthafuckin' thang for me |
| To kill a nigga who ain’t fuckin' with the gang with me |
| Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin' loc’ed and |
| Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open |
| Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip |
| So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit |
| (It ain’t no muthafuckin' peace when they see me) |
| Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty |
| So I know I got to get em with game |
| And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang |
| Cause it’s kill or be killed, never cut slack |
| And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that |
| I never give a second chance to pull the first gun |
| Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one |
| And that’s the one that can close the shop |
| So you gotta stand and hold the glock |
| Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that’s how it be |
| But when you’re rollin' through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see? |