[Chorus]
I roll my good up, in my khakis
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne
I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me
[Verse 1: WC]
Dub-Cuda, Lick can I get robbin'
Over here, we the headbangers like the hit squad
All chrome with the raw flow, shake up the audience
Like Mike Vick walkin' in the dog show
Like giraffe dicks standin' tall over y'all
Hangin' with killas
Like suspenders on overalls, crackin' bottles
Swaggin' and aimin' hollows when niggas in solitary confinement
To the game macho, clack clock, nigga, keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me ya'll, I'm in the zone like a zip lock
Stay G'd up, out to get my green up
Blue Chevy, counting bags of money like a Brink truck
Guaranteed at least, slangin' sticks like Shina-E
Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys, feel the breeze
Don't retire, nicky, please, on the 110 with my dickies to my knees
[Hook]
I roll my good up, in my Khakis
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne
I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me
[Verse 2: Young Maylay]
Breath of fresh air, yes
Yeah, it's Maylay, nigga, Big Swang
And I came with the Connect Gang members and, uhh
It ain't bright if we ain't light
They ain't shit, nigga, he ain't tight
You got it fucked up
It's all or nothin', we brawl and bust 'em
Till they put me in the coffin' of the car and I'm coffed in
And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment
I'm so West! (Hell, yes!) with no extras on it
L.A. Dodgers, AK's, choppers and the kids hit the graves
Way before they momma's (That's a shame!)
So I rep the hat, yeah, you can bet ya that
Capital CA, mayne, and check the tat
Recognise why the realist niggas give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love
Angelino but she's only repect by niggas run from green coats and don't testify
[Hook]
I roll my good up, in my khakis
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne
I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Now I'm an old nigga on the Porch, way too big
It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids
Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit
And he don't do shit but sit and scratch on his dick
And it's not good that the hood is under a spell
It's a wonder why this nigga ain't under the jail
Why they treat this motherfucka like the Wizard of OZ
'Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Raj
I'm a captain, yep, the head nigga in charge
Pull Air Force One, up out the garage
I'm the Grand Puba, you part of my lodge
You mortals better pay, respect to the gods
You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore
Now you can sell more, you still Al Gore
Nigga, I'm the president, you just a resident
In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent
[Hook: Ice Cube]
I roll my good up, in my khakis (Pay the cut, nigga)
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne
I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me