Verse 1: Rollin' through the hood, reppin' my set Nayborhood Crip, ain't no need to fret Blue bandana hangin' out my back pocket Sippin' on gin and juice, yeah I gotta rock it D-O double G, that's the name Stayin' true to the game, never playin' lame Ridin' in my lowrider, bumpin' that West Coast Cruisin' down the street, yeah we boast the most Verse 2: Raised in the streets, where the gangstas roam Nayborhood Crip, yeah we hold our own Makin' money, stackin' chips, that's the motto Always stayin' fly, rockin' all this Prada Sippin' on some Henny, blowin' on that green Livin' life fast, yeah you know what I mean Nayborhood Crip, we run this town Baby Mooda in the house, never backin' down