(And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...)

[Chorus:]


Now when you're rollin' through yo' mutha$#&@in' hood,
what do you see?

(I see some mutha$#&@in' G's)
Now when you're rollin' through yo' mutha$#&@in' hood,
tell me what you see?

(Some mutha$#&@in' G's)

[verse 1]

Roamin' in my mutha$#&@in' hood and thangs
Seems to me my muther$#&@in' hood done changed
Cause ^!$$%s 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
^!$$%s livin' shife, so I roll one deep

Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4
C.S.I. ^!$$%, black 850
And now they lookin' at me crazy

But off-brand ^!$$%s 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' mutha$#&@in' boys together
I represent S.A., ^!$$%, and we makin' noise forever
And gettin' paid at the same time

So you respect a mutha$#&@a when a mutha$#&@a claim mine
Cause if you disrespect, you $$# out
And they we rolling through yo' %#@! in the glasshouse

Actin' bad with the flashers on
Makin' ^!$$%s get they $$#es on
Cause ain't no muther$#&@in' love for fools

Who come around this mutha$#&@a 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 $#&@ing with a rookin, ^!$$%, you $#&@ing with a grown man

And we gon' show you what we mean by funk
Mutha$#&@a, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)

And a (12 gauge) that'll $#&@ a ^!$$% whole day
So recognize a real ^!$$% from the streets
When you rolling through yo' muther$#&@in' 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 %#@! 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 !@%!e
A ^!$$% chillin' cause it's all good
And we ain't trippin' on the bull%#@!, ^!$$%, because we all hood

But other ^!$$%s 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 mutha$#&@in Bingos lost last year
So ain't no mutha$#&@in' thang for me
To kill a ^!$$% who ain't $#&@in' with the gang with me


[Chorus...]


[verse 3]
Formaldehyde smokin, ^!$$%s gettin' loc'ed and
Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open

Scoping, hoping for you to $#&@ up and slip
So we can have a reason for $#&@in' up your %#@!
(It ain't no mutha$#&@in' peace when they see me)

Cause we never had a mutha$#&@in' 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, $#&@ 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 mutha$#&@in' hood, that's how it be

But when you're rollin' through your mutha$#&@ing hood, what do YOU see?

[Chorus...]