Uh yeah yeah yeah Know what it sound (It's the Roc nigga) (Uh-huh, uh) Don't be now niggaz (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', Glock two around here What chu move around here, and you 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 here, make change down here 'Coz I serve them fiends, raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done my way, round here And them hoes know, I them like haze round here Been down here, blow hay round here Ask around, them niggaz I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done aired there But the streets was bigger, I pump the round here Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Round here, yeah, round here, We ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows here You get a box of for no mo' then 24 down here This is the season for the zoe's round If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here From nickels to birds, you can get it and served For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz You can buy it, from the down here You who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here So many bitches out there, snitchin' here why every summer, bitches be missin' round here
I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my As for you bitches, forget it See the head was tremendous, but dick is strickly business be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, But the hoes, they don't care down They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down They be 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, low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round It get then the body, get the wrong idea just 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 grown down here Them niggaz similar to King Kong, round here A pocket full of stones, would get you on down So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here
Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home here Hey, the hell what we know if you know round here You say the wrong thang, will get ya back round here The rep they hood, by the zone round here Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down 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 that down here
here, yeah, round here, yeah Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Round here, yeah, here, yeah We ridin' clean, on them round here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah