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 Marcy (Let's go, blaze)
I let you know, how I do it here And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around What chu around here, and you know I keep my tool around here My niggaz act a around here, yeah My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, We down, we real, we bang Put in game down here, change down here 'Coz I serve fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I made my way, round here And them know, I twist them like haze round here Been made down here, hay round here Ask around, niggaz know I lay down here Down here, yeah, and I done down 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 livin' wit no
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we clean, on them things round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
here, yeah, round here, yeah We ridin' clean, on them things here Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down You get a box of blow for no mo' 24 down here This is the season for the zoe's here If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served For talkin' too much, be for certain, them workin' You can buy it, the cops down here You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round So many bitches out there, round here That's why every summer, bitches be missin' here
I roll wit killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my As for you bitches, about it See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business I'll be thuggin' forever, see fighter, not a lover I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, But the hoes, don't care down here They be suckin' and all year down here They be on the pill, down here Got mo' than that the motherfuckin' meal down here
Round here, yeah, round here, Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them round here Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah
here, yeah, round here, yeah We ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,
Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round It get hotter the body, get the wrong idea It's just Caprice's, and sittin' on chrome down here and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down Them young similar to King Kong, round here A pocket full of stones, get you on down here So dope boy, keep ya drops the song round here
Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' round here Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't round here You say the thang, will get ya back blown round here The gangsta's rep they hood, by the round here Get a hole in ya dome, ya rims down here 24's make them dubs, look like 10 down 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 things round here Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, We ridin' clean, on them things round Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah