Ah, it's jumpin' off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the funk lovers Give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want your mind to blow, baby When you free your mind and let it float
Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just let us hang with you
Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' swisher sweets Trippin' on the hoochies, rollin' by in they rides Guzzlin' up a forty ounce of cold St. Ides
Jammin' to a tape to my partner had made Growin' up in the Hood' bein' mixed with Face Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin' nothin' but nice Reached in my pocket for the old school dice
Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my partner Mike what they hittin' fo' Pulled out a yard and said, "We bettin' a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love
Kickin' back fadin', put the flame to the joint 3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my face
And then he hollered out, "School house" Schooled 'em again, now D's come in ounce And walked away from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, just let a brother smoke
Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just got some things to do
Back on the creep after losin' some change Seen my partner [unverified], Big Chief and James Creepin' on the boulevard, actin' a fool Trippin' on the broads at the old school
Music bumpin' hard, never turnin' it down Trunk super tight with surround-by sound Paint job crackin' 'cause the punch ain't fade Jammin' that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowin' coke-laced seed I'm throwin' up the deuce to the HPD Now they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named [unverified], S.A. O.G.
They chopped up the hood, so I'm chunkin' it back And then they pulled out a 200 dollar sack When I saw it I almost choked Twist your partner one, big baby Just let your partner smoke
Let me roll We want your mind to blow We got some things to do
Smokin' on some lovely, now I'm feelin' fine It's jumpin' off at the 9.9 5th Ward in the house with the S.A. fools Ain't no set trippin' 'cause we all so cool
Drinkin' up the bottle, gettin' drunk as a skunk That 151 just ain't no punk Hit the stage and grabbed the mic and started flexin' styles A stage full of tight MC's goin buckwild
Now throw your hands in the air like that On the wheels of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack Gettin' down on his own Now I'm finna pass my partner Jay the microphone
Throw your hands in the air like that Northside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Southside where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in the air like that Eastside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Westside where you at, where you at, where you at?
Let me roll We want your mind to blow Let me roll We want your mind to blow
We got some things to do Just let us hang with you We some drink for you My partner Jay's
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