| 歌曲 | G's |
| 歌手 | Scarface |
| 专辑 | The Diary |
| (and meanwhile, on the southside of town...) | |
| Chorus： | |
| 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) | |
| (verse 1) | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus... | |
| (verse 2) | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus... | |
| (verse 3) | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus... |
| and meanwhile, on the southside of town... | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| verse 1 | |
| 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 1994 | |
| C. s. i. nigga, black 850 | |
| And now they lookin' at me crazy | |
| But offbrand 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? | |
| Chorus... | |
| verse 2 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus... | |
| verse 3 | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus... |