Rollin Thru My Hood

rollin through my, rollin through my hood this what I see when I'm rollin 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 only motherfucker with the candy cream now the spots hot, here come the cops the ??????????, it's time to close up shop time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones talkin to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man eyes red, dank to the head I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel like Lil Half Dead Henace with a dab of that gin and juice Gatorade, but it gotta be 80 proof