Let Me Know

Lyrics

[Intro] Playas, where you at? All my ladies, throw your hands up [Verse 1: Bigg Bandit] It goes one, two, three and four Once upon a time there was a place to roll Where my streets over here was a crackin' thang Gettin' drunk, havin' fun and we all the same Cruise the streets getting high 'cause the bully pop Must of seen a hundred hoes in the parking lot They hatin', I remember, can we get that back? When we used to blaze a sack and shit didn't crack Where the party's over herе, but filled with haze and hoes And girls gеtting drunk taking off their clothes South Side, West Side, East Side in the house Everybody got heat but ain't nobody going out Yeah, it was a good feeling And everybody could bang 'cause we was dope dealing I remember the hoes, the cars The foos behind bars I remember, I remember [Chorus] Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know [Verse 2: Slow Pain] Throw your hands in the muthafuckin' air Wave 'em all around like you just don't care Pistol grippin', Eastside dippin' Middle finger flippin', never caught slippin' It ain't nothin' but a Old Town party Gangsta ass homies, brown pride OGs Angel dust token, we ain't jokin' Little homie why you chokin'? Glock 9 smokin' Twenty one hoods on one stage, throwing it up From the bottom to the top, it's so rough so tough From Pico to Whittier, Azusa to Puente I put it down for the gente The homies VPV13 on the mic, ripping it up Little D got the chron in the back rolling it up Diablo from the A on the side with fine freaks Trouble's knocking foos out, putting 'em to sleep, holmes [Chorus] Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know [Verse 3: Slow Pain] The joint, the joint, the yesca's on fire We don't need no water pass the muthafuckin' wire I'm all high to the ceiling, high as a kite 51-50 on a kamikaze flight Like [?] go to sleep, rest your head on the floor Meet my little friend, a chrome .44 Steve Ayarra, that's my homie, shooting craps Mabos and Shadow sporting a P hat I out it down for the homies, worldwide Todo la raza, brown pride Don't hate me 'cause I'm a brown baller Blowing up my raza like I'm the godfather Tattoos, bald headed foos Fox11 News, Stacy Adam blues, what? [Chorus] Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know Throw your hands in the air, if you feel me good Put your hands to the sky, represent your hood If you're rolling twenty threes, homie, let me know If you're a bad super freak, baby, let me know [Outro] California, all the way to Arizona It ain't nothin' but a party baby San Antonio where you at? Las Vegas gangstas shootin' craps Salt Lake City put them hustlers on the map Houston, Texas Albe-crazy, New Mexico