[Intro: Bun B]
Yeah what's up in this mothafucka?
You got this n***a straight out of mothafuckin' P-A-T
Mr. Big, Bun B in this bitch you know what I'm sayin'?
With my n***a Coz dog in this bitch and you know i'm sayin'?
That gumbo funk, tryna tell you n***as something serious
Now now check ya boy

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Straight up and down n***as get clowned fuckin' around don't you know it's
Mr. Big Bun droppin' it on the one It's time that I show this
Pumpin' that shit up in yo' face so yo' ass can't help but see it
Pullin' that water fool I'm from hold on now that's how we G it
What was you thankin'? Gankin' will have yo ass dead in a ditch
Trill as can be, you can't hurt me you filthy son of a bitch
Did you switch from being a man to a ho'? I can't tell
Too much weak shit in this world already I'm raisin' hell
N***as bail out they set as I put in work with my weapon
Y'all know y'all didn't want nothin' why in the fuck was y'all steppin'?
As I flip through your neighborhood meanmuggin' yo' hardest
Hittin' me up wit' some ho' shit, thinkin' it's time that I start this
I made the block and roll back through that ho unloadin' in flurries
Lay them n***as on they back because they give me no worries
Settin' up shop on y'all corners, pullin' y'all ho's out y'all clubs
Rollin' my car down yo' street straight gettin' high of y'all dubs
And I be...
[Chorus: N.O. Joe]
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come

[Verse 2: Cōz]
Six o Five is the tizzime
[?] out the gutter because of these n***as up on the grizzind
For the protection is my Tec 9
Fool I'm bouts to take mine respect mine, punk
Cause mail I'm fin to take mine so get ready for the funkin'
[?] my rhymes because a n***a is kinda drunken of the crooked I
And every shit that I be puffin
So [?] like back give thine rest of my lung
We do for wait and see if these mothafuckins roll up on the kerb
What the fuck n***a? What the fuck is this?
I know you see my fuckin' ride that you almost hit
One n***a jumped out of his car 'cause he seen I'm alone
He Bun-B, yo my n***a man the funk is on
Ooh jumped out my shit with the Tec in my hand
Out to five mothafuckas not one n***a went nuts
Ya duck [?] Fool I'm ready for action
Them n***as mob'd off in they shit and started smashin' and cappin'
I'm on fire, screamin' 'cause they shot up my window
Five minutes passed my n***a bub pulled up in a pinto
Uh! It's like that, G we roll like this
Some mark ass n***as tried to ride, but they bitch ass missed
So we gon' roll up a [?] and grease up the gats
And roll smooth through they hood and watch the guns go cap
Cock back click clack, mobbin' in the jung'
With one thing on my mind
It's gettin' these n***as on the one
And we'll be
[Chorus: N.O. Joe]
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come

[Verse 3: Cōz]
Squattin' around ready to get down ready to spray quick
Drinkin' on some hen doo we fuckin' on the dank stick
N***as on my right lookin' familiar, is this night time?
Boo yao, boo yao, n***a man it's on when it's fight time
Spot them dope creep slow who brought them playin' plenty dope
The eights fill the yum yum, gun fightin', play for keeps
Shot a busta in his face twice, then mopped around and
Jacked them n***as that was shootin' dice, it wasn't nice
See I'm no joke, I let the guns smoke fool
Especially when I'm fuckin' around with that Tec 9 tool
Don't make me act a fuckin' fool, me and Bun-B bounce
Nottin' up in they hood playin' black men and robin
Then we'll be

[Chorus: N.O. Joe]
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come
Rollin' through ya hoody with my Tec smokin' indo
Boom, boom, boom, rat, tat, tat, here I come