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作词 : Master P |
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Yo kid man, stop the music |
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Rollin through my, rollin through my hood |
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This what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6 |
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And everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this ************* |
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Cause she's a **** fiend, she need emphetamine |
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But i'm the only mother******* with the candy cream |
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Now the spots hot, here come the cops |
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The ??????????, it's time to close up shop |
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Time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones |
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Talkin to them hoochies, i mean them ding dongs |
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Cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames |
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Like master p, lil roy, and big man |
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Eyes red, dank to the head |
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I'm not snoop dogg but i feel like lil half dead |
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Henace with a dab of that gin and juice |
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Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof |
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So we can remenisce to all the *************s missed |
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And when i said the ghetto's trying to kill me, feel this |
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Cause in my hood, it's rest in peace *************rt |
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And every ************* in they momma done did dirt |
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Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged |
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Or slang ****, mother******* it's the same thang |
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Cause where i'm from you got to watch your back |
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Cause every ************* in the town got a gat |
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And these hoes, you can't love em |
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Even though a mother******* wanta kiss and rub em |
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Watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat |
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But mind your own mother******* and it's like that |
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Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood |
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That is what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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Rollin through the cuts |
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Dippin down the alleys of killa cali |
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Big ed got that top drop cause it's not cloudy |
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So i roll on, tank-top with my swoll on |
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Pullin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone |
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I like to chill out, hang out |
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Cause i'm cool, you know big ed is in the mix with the fix |
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Fool, i seen *************s shakin ivory, hoes shakin asses |
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But everybody head turn when the coup passes |
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Who ride, i ride with my 9 hoe |
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I creep as i crept cause i gotta keep that low pro |
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Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood |
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That is what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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This *************, i am one |
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Quick to use that a-k gun |
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On a mark mother******* who wanta pick a bone |
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2 to the dome will do your ass home |
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Huh, ain't no love in my mother******g hood |
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Lookin where i'm at, ain't *************t turning all good |
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We need cash cause it's all about the ******g rent |
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We get the dice and start rollin on the pavement |
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That's how it is on the first of every month |
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Sippin gin, and toking off of blunts |
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Gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why |
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Young g's from the hood trying to get by |
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Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood |
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That is what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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When i'm rollin through my hood |
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I see alot of factors, alot of actors |
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But since the money's low, i see alot of jackers |
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But where i stay at, it be the east to the bay |
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But what do i be dippin, it be a 6 to a tre |
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And what do i be strappin, it be a ace to a k |
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But i don't love them hoes, that's why i never ever play |
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In the 9-4, i use to sell **** and holla at the ************* |
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But it's 9-5 so it's all about me trying to get a grip |
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14 *************s in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint all good |
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Cause a ************* like set trippin up in my neighborhood |
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???? through the cut, i see task hoppin off of the tree |
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It's all about mine, so it's all about me tryin to get a fee |
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Can't trust none of these hoes, i leave them hoes at the bus |
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Cause it's one mother******g thing in this world that you can't trust |
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It be a *************, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up |
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In this game, heavy locked up, tore up from the floor up |
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I seen this *******, these *************s |
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These *************s all the same |
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It's a scandel thang, and silkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game |
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Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood |
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That is what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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I hit the play twice, and then i'm off to a get away |
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Where i got my *************t hid away in the cut |
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A personal yaht, i snatch a few sacks |
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About to hit the track to come up on some scraps |
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Hit the block sideways, perking, trippin |
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Swervin, i'm servin the *************t that i made cause it's tight |
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All night long *************'s hustle for paper |
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24-7 *************'s stay on the caper |
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Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo |
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Gotta keep lie-lo with them hollow |
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You see it's still going down |
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Mother*******s gettin bucked in the town |
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The silent sound |
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Never go away, every other day it's another ************* in the game |
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Straight passed away |
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And as well as we all know |
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It's a little bitty city where mother*******s bound to get *************tty |
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Now when i roll through my spot |
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I see *************s like broke, with them glocks, 17 shots ************* |
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Hot *************, pop you *************, and i just bought a 4-5 in the hood |
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(in the hood, in the hood) |
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Like that, check it out fool |
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It's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang |
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And if you ain't from the ghetto you wouldn't understand |
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Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood |
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That is what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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Rollin through my hood, rollin through my hood |
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That is what i see when i'm rollin through my hood |
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Rollin through my hood |