Uh yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah   Know what it sound like   (It's the Roc nigga)   Heard   (Uh-huh, uh)   Don't be scared now niggaz   (Round here, round here)   We know you scared now   Marcy House   (Let's go, just blaze)      I let you know, how I do it round here   And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here   What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here   My niggaz act a fool around here, yeah   My hood, my set, my strip, my P's, whatever   We down, we real, we bang forever   Put in game down here, make change down here   'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah      And I done made my way, round here   And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here   Been made down here, blow hay round here   Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down here   Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there   But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round here   Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's   Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no fears      Round here, yeah, round here, yeah   Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here   Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah      Round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We ridin' clean, on them things round here   Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah      It's hot as hell, but it snows down here   You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here   This is the season for the zoe's round here   If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down here   From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served   For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'   You can buy it, from the cops down here   You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here   So many bitches out there, snitchin' round here   That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round here      I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers   And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz   As for you bitches, forget about it   See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business   I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover   I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka   But the hoes, they don't care down here   They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here   They be heavy on the pill, down here   Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down here      Round here, yeah, round here, yeah   Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round here   Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah      Round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We ridin' clean, on them things round here   Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah      Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round here   It get hotter then the body, get the wrong idea   It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here   Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here   Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down here   Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here   A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here   So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round here      Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round here   Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round here   You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round here   The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round here   Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here   24's make them dubs, look like 10 down here   I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here   Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here      Round here, yeah, round here, yeah   Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things round here   Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah      Round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We ridin' clean, on them things round here   Yeah, round here, yeah, round here, yeah   We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here, yeah