You know that nigga name Brad man
I know that nigga man
Come on
That nigga ain't * man
I grew up with that nigga back there
Come on
* that nigga
Here it comes fool
I play the game where there's no rules
Homies wanna cook call me joke cause I'm so cool
Put the gear on up with a nigga I ain't dodging him
Win, lose or draw in the hood
I'm squabbling him
Representing the park since I'm living here
Walking through the hood from another set
Get here
to the jack and you're still wanting more
* your posse it's time for the coroner
Don't * with the park nigga swore
More niggas found dead in my hood than in
Vietnam Rolling 17 to a car
Quick to take that ass to war Yo,
it ain't no sleep being lost
Cause territorial rights are being
enforced So when you're pulling up,
holler,
wait,
float
And if a nigga flash it down,
keep it,
go Don't stop and sell your soul
You * a run and get your ass Peterrolled Come on
The
last album passed gold And you wanna know the meaning of Peterrolled
Well I'ma break it down for you real quick You know what I mean
In other words,
getting blasted Shooting at a * to see if he can last it
Nine times out of ten he can't That's
just one more nigga in the paint
You see, when I go to work
I hit a motherfucker where it hurts
Starting off at his home site
And * up a nigga's whole night
You outta there just like that thief
For jumping in the ring with a bear
It's easily executed Put the pistol to the head,
cock the hammer
back Shoot it, you can't get it no clean
Make the hit way quick till the clean And some think it's to the hole
And don't be no fool or get your ass Peterrolled
Come on Come on
My own hood is confusing me
* just ain't what it used to be
I'm stepping back on my own block The
finest bitch in the hood smoking crack
rock Even the niggas I was raised with
Are walking around in the dates and * Say,
now can I get a dollar for a cold one?
Huh?
Ain't got his hands out like a hoe
But I don't owe now nigga
I was growing in the hood till I got big
I holla at my boys in the gang
And only a couple of them changed Piece of Q-Dog,
Kool Korn,
and Old Mac
And all the rest of the boys down with that The rest ain't about jack
But I still love the hood so it ain't about that
It's all about being down with it * to be got,
you gotta go out and get it
Like my nigga doing time in the trunks
Now that was a down motherfucker
A couple of keys my nigga stole Straight up *
Peterrolled So lay it down in the dirt
Nobody moves,
nobody gets hurt That's how it is and it always will be
I had to have it even if it killed me
The sight of losing didn't thrill me
So I had to go and steal cheap Just to make a quick one
And I didn't give a * who fell short to be a victim
You and your family bro Your ass out of line
Your ass got Peterrolled