歌曲 | Rollin' Thru My Hood |
歌手 | Master P |
专辑 | 99 Ways to Die |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 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 ************* | |
Cause she's a **** fiend, she need emphetamine | |
But i'm the only mother******* 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 *************s missed | |
And when i said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this | |
Cause in my hood, it's rest in peace *************rt | |
And every ************* in they momma done did dirt | |
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged | |
Or slang ****, mother******* it's the same thang | |
Cause where i'm from you got to watch your back | |
Cause every ************* in the town got a gat | |
And these hoes, you can't love em | |
Even though a mother******* wanta kiss and rub em | |
Watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat | |
But mind your own mother******* and it's like that | |
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 *************s 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 | |
This *************, i am one | |
Quick to use that a-k gun | |
On a mark mother******* who wanta pick a bone | |
2 to the dome will do your ass home | |
Huh, ain't no love in my mother******g hood | |
Lookin where i'm at, ain't *************t turning all good | |
We need cash cause it's all about the ******g 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 **** and holla at the ************* | |
But it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip | |
14 *************s in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good | |
Cause a ************* 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 mother******g thing in this world that you can't trust | |
It be a *************, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up | |
In this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up | |
I seen this *******, these *************s | |
These *************s 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 *************t 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 *************t that i made cause it's tight | |
All night long *************'s hustle for paper | |
24-7 *************'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 | |
Mother*******s gettin bucked in the town | |
The silent sound | |
Never go away, every other day it's another ************* in the game | |
Straight passed away | |
And as well as we all know | |
It's a little bitty city where mother*******s bound to get *************tty | |
Now when i roll through my spot | |
I see *************s like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots ************* | |
Hot *************, pop you *************, 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 |
zuo ci : 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 | |
Cause she' s a fiend, she need emphetamine | |
But i' m the only mother 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 s missed | |
And when i said the ghetto' s trying to kill me, feel this | |
Cause in my hood, it' s rest in peace rt | |
And every in they momma done did dirt | |
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged | |
Or slang , mother it' s the same thang | |
Cause where i' m from you got to watch your back | |
Cause every in the town got a gat | |
And these hoes, you can' t love em | |
Even though a mother wanta kiss and rub em | |
Watch your back, cause gats go rattat | |
But mind your own mother and it' s like that | |
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, tanktop 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 s 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 | |
This , i am one | |
Quick to use that ak gun | |
On a mark mother who wanta pick a bone | |
2 to the dome will do your ass home | |
Huh, ain' t no love in my mother g hood | |
Lookin where i' m at, ain' t t turning all good | |
We need cash cause it' s all about the g 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 94, i use to sell and holla at the | |
But it' s 95 so it' s all about me trying to get a grip | |
14 s in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good | |
Cause a 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 mother g thing in this world that you can' t trust | |
It be a , cause they a snitch, they get you caught up | |
In this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up | |
I seen this , these s | |
These s 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 t 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 t that i made cause it' s tight | |
All night long ' s hustle for paper | |
247 ' s stay on the caper | |
Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo | |
Gotta keep lielo with them hollow | |
You see it' s still going down | |
Mother s gettin bucked in the town | |
The silent sound | |
Never go away, every other day it' s another in the game | |
Straight passed away | |
And as well as we all know | |
It' s a little bitty city where mother s bound to get tty | |
Now when i roll through my spot | |
I see s like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots | |
Hot , pop you , and i just bought a 45 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 |
zuò cí : 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 | |
Cause she' s a fiend, she need emphetamine | |
But i' m the only mother 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 s missed | |
And when i said the ghetto' s trying to kill me, feel this | |
Cause in my hood, it' s rest in peace rt | |
And every in they momma done did dirt | |
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged | |
Or slang , mother it' s the same thang | |
Cause where i' m from you got to watch your back | |
Cause every in the town got a gat | |
And these hoes, you can' t love em | |
Even though a mother wanta kiss and rub em | |
Watch your back, cause gats go rattat | |
But mind your own mother and it' s like that | |
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, tanktop 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 s 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 | |
This , i am one | |
Quick to use that ak gun | |
On a mark mother who wanta pick a bone | |
2 to the dome will do your ass home | |
Huh, ain' t no love in my mother g hood | |
Lookin where i' m at, ain' t t turning all good | |
We need cash cause it' s all about the g 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 94, i use to sell and holla at the | |
But it' s 95 so it' s all about me trying to get a grip | |
14 s in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good | |
Cause a 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 mother g thing in this world that you can' t trust | |
It be a , cause they a snitch, they get you caught up | |
In this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up | |
I seen this , these s | |
These s 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 t 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 t that i made cause it' s tight | |
All night long ' s hustle for paper | |
247 ' s stay on the caper | |
Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo | |
Gotta keep lielo with them hollow | |
You see it' s still going down | |
Mother s gettin bucked in the town | |
The silent sound | |
Never go away, every other day it' s another in the game | |
Straight passed away | |
And as well as we all know | |
It' s a little bitty city where mother s bound to get tty | |
Now when i roll through my spot | |
I see s like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots | |
Hot , pop you , and i just bought a 45 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 |