(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...