One time
For the whole U. S of A (ayyy)
Rasheed in the house, it’s ya boi
211 in tha house
We gon do it like this
We gon do it like this
Uh uh
One time for your mind, before we kick the gramma'
Gotta keep it real, no smoke da
1 2 3 in da cut
Comin' around I keep it real — I break it down, my nigga
Just how it is, know the shine 'cuz me and tha' grinda’s
Lookin' for the ambulance, got a mothafuckin' double dance
Trance, fill it with trace, ghost
I wanna face ya, don’t give it I gotta amaze
Anotha' motherfucka', feel it comin' from the depths
Lyrically I break 'em down and I’m lyrically cut
With the weapon, like the niggas give us a call
Breakin' it down, never givin' a damn i’m a dog
that’s it — My niggas comin'
Lyrically, we got it all — in this cut spittin'
1 2 3 represent in the coal
Got the motherfuckin' rap let the rap reload — It’s the
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round your block and we 'bout to bring the noise, uh
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise, uh
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
UH WHUT UH WHUT WHUT
UH WHUT UH WHUT WHUT
Nigga sound like some butt fuck
Nigga and post up
Tha mothafuckin' pistol automatic with the Glock
See these boys as I on the god damn block
Now the spot, drivin' out coz niggas they be high
Killin' with my clip and automatic as I pop
Watch em all stop, with Biggie and Pac
Guns rock, Niggas will be steppin' - I’ll drop nigga
I bought these niggas coz I see 'em like my enemies
Smoke ya boys up, I’m blazed off mad trees
211, Rakee', and (that nigga Vito)
Don’t give a damn, we take the niggas to the
Mr. Cold, nigga’s go to the promise land
For bringin' em up and niggas got my in my fuckin' hand
See me nigga, can’t be me ballin'
Ask me a real G, in 2000 see? Cuz it’s —
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round your block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
It’s tha player from the south side of A.C.T
All them boys know me, J.R.I.D.E
Yes it’s me, and I gotta pimp it up
Comin' through them showin' much much love
I’m bangin' and I’m cummin', and I’m bangin and screwin'
You know how them boys in the deep south will do
Much love to them boys in that home
Much love in they got it goin' on
Anyway, back to the mic and I’m gonna keep on flippin' it
Keep on rippin' it, keep on tippin' it
me my microphone
And two triple O O
That’s how it go that’s that boy deep low
Comin' through, aka. J Ride,
Baby boy you know me it’s just your baby bro
And I’m gonna keep bustin' rhymes 'til the day that I ride
And jizz-ide and rizz-ide and prizz-ide
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise
2 G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we 'bout to bring the noise