Master P - 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