Rollin' Thru My Hood Lyrics - Singles - Master P

yo kid man, stop the music 

rollin through my, rollin through my hood 

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 motherf**ker 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, motherf**ker 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 motherf**ker wanta kiss and rub em 

watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat 

but mind your own motherf**ker and it's like that 

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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 

Photos 

this nigga, I am one 

quick to use that A-K gun 

on a mark motherf**ker who wanta pick a bone 

2 to the dome will do your ass home 

huh, ain't no love in my motherf**king hood 

lookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning all good 

we need cash cause it's all about the f**king 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 motherf**king 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 

motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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