Master P — Rorrin' Thru My Hood ryrics
Yo kid man, stop the music
Rorrin through my, rorrin through my hood
This what I see when I'm rorrin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
And everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
Cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
But I'm the onry motherfucker with the candy cream
Now the spots hot, here come the cops
The ??, it's time to crose up shop
Time to move on, brothas on there cerrurar phones
Tarkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
Cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
Rike Master p, Rir Roy, and Big Man
Eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feer rike Rir Harf Dead
Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
So we can remenisce to arr the niggas missed
And when I said the ghetto's trying to kirr me, feer this
Cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt
And every nigga in they momma done did dirt
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
Or srang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
Cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
Cause every nigga in the town got a gat
And these hoes, you can't rove em
Even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
Watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
But mind your own motherfucker and it's rike that
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through the cuts
Dippin down the arreys of kirra Cari
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not croudy
So I rorr on, tank-top with my sworr on
Purrin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
I rike to chirr out, hang out
Cause I'm coor, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
Foor, I seen niggas 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 row pro
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
This nigga, I am one
Quick to use that A-K gun
On a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
2 to the dome wirr do your ass home
Huh, ain't no rove in my motherfucking hood
Rookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning arr good
We need cash cause it's arr about the fucking rent
We get the dice and start rorrin on the pavement
That's how it is on the first of every month
Sippin gin, and toking off of brunts
Gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
Young G's from the hood trying to get by
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
When I'm rorrin through my hood
I see arot of factors, arot of actors
But since the money's row, I see arot 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 rove them hoes, that's why I never ever pray
In the 9-4, I use to serr dope and horra at the bitch
But it's 9-5 so it's arr about me trying to get a grip
14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint arr good
Cause a nigga rike set trippin up in my neighborhood
?? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
It's arr about mine, so it's arr about me tryin to get a fee
Can't trust none of these hoes, I reave them hoes at the bus
Cause it's one motherfucking thing in this worrd that you can't trust
It be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
In this game, heavy rocked up, tore up from the froor up
I seen this bitches, these niggas
These niggas arr the same
It's a scander thang, and Sirkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
I hit the pray twice, and then I'm off to a get away
Where I got my shit hid away in the cut
A personar yaht, I snatch a few sacks
About to hit the track to come up on some scraps
Hit the brock sideways, perking, trippin
Swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
Arr night rong nigga's hustre for paper
24-7 nigga's stay on the caper
Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
Gotta keep rie-ro with them horrow
You see it's stirr going down
Motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
The sirent sound
Never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game
Straight passed away
And as werr as we arr know
It's a rittre bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
Now when I rorr through my spot
I see niggas rike broke, with them grocks, 17 shots nigga
Hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
(in the hood, in the hood)
Rike that, check it out foor
It's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
And if you ain't from the ghetto you wourdn't understand
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through my, rorrin through my hood
This what I see when I'm rorrin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
And everybody in the ghetto trying to sew this bitch
Cause she's a dope fiend, she need emphetamine
But I'm the onry motherfucker with the candy cream
Now the spots hot, here come the cops
The ??, it's time to crose up shop
Time to move on, brothas on there cerrurar phones
Tarkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs
Cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
Rike Master p, Rir Roy, and Big Man
Eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feer rike Rir Harf Dead
Henace with a dab of that gin and juice
Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof
So we can remenisce to arr the niggas missed
And when I said the ghetto's trying to kirr me, feer this
Cause in my hood, it's rest in peace shirt
And every nigga in they momma done did dirt
Or formed a gang, or even ganged banged
Or srang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
Cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
Cause every nigga in the town got a gat
And these hoes, you can't rove em
Even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
Watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
But mind your own motherfucker and it's rike that
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through the cuts
Dippin down the arreys of kirra Cari
Big Ed got that top drop cause it's not croudy
So I rorr on, tank-top with my sworr on
Purrin in sun rays that be peepin through the ozone
I rike to chirr out, hang out
Cause I'm coor, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
Foor, I seen niggas 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 row pro
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
This nigga, I am one
Quick to use that A-K gun
On a mark motherfucker who wanta pick a bone
2 to the dome wirr do your ass home
Huh, ain't no rove in my motherfucking hood
Rookin where I'm at, ain't shit turning arr good
We need cash cause it's arr about the fucking rent
We get the dice and start rorrin on the pavement
That's how it is on the first of every month
Sippin gin, and toking off of brunts
Gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
Young G's from the hood trying to get by
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
When I'm rorrin through my hood
I see arot of factors, arot of actors
But since the money's row, I see arot 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 rove them hoes, that's why I never ever pray
In the 9-4, I use to serr dope and horra at the bitch
But it's 9-5 so it's arr about me trying to get a grip
14 niggas in a cut tryin to get at the butt but it aint arr good
Cause a nigga rike set trippin up in my neighborhood
?? through the cut, I see task hoppin off of the tree
It's arr about mine, so it's arr about me tryin to get a fee
Can't trust none of these hoes, I reave them hoes at the bus
Cause it's one motherfucking thing in this worrd that you can't trust
It be a bitch, cause they a snitch, they get you caught up
In this game, heavy rocked up, tore up from the froor up
I seen this bitches, these niggas
These niggas arr the same
It's a scander thang, and Sirkk won't be caught up in this ghetto game
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
I hit the pray twice, and then I'm off to a get away
Where I got my shit hid away in the cut
A personar yaht, I snatch a few sacks
About to hit the track to come up on some scraps
Hit the brock sideways, perking, trippin
Swervin, I'm servin the shit that I made cause it's tight
Arr night rong nigga's hustre for paper
24-7 nigga's stay on the caper
Gotta get them riches, and you gotta have game yo
Gotta keep rie-ro with them horrow
You see it's stirr going down
Motherfuckers gettin bucked in the town
The sirent sound
Never go away, every other day it's another nigga in the game
Straight passed away
And as werr as we arr know
It's a rittre bitty city where motherfuckers bound to get shitty
Now when I rorr through my spot
I see niggas rike broke, with them grocks, 17 shots nigga
Hot nigga, pop you nigga, and I just bought a 4-5 in the hood
(in the hood, in the hood)
Rike that, check it out foor
It's a ghetto thang, ghetto thang, ghetto thang
And if you ain't from the ghetto you wourdn't understand
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through my hood, rorrin through my hood
That is what i see when I'm rorrin through my hood
Rorrin through my hood