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Round Here Lyrics - Artist : Ras Kass
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Round here is really gangsta, niggas stay banged up And only go to the club looking to snatch your chain up And shoot at rival gangs just to get their aim up Niggas is marks who claim one set and change up Round here really every color flag will get you clap Red, blue, orange, purple, gray, brown or black And these crooked ass ones will pop you And say you pulled your phone too fast Is the reason they shot you Round here is big dope and I can't lie How to witness a nigga grandmother get high Down here we put Lacs and Chevys on thangs And paracoat the sportsters the same color as the frame Round here them Eses is deep too Go ahead, get caught in the wrong hood cause them niggas 'll heatt you And don't think you about to set up shop and make ends Cause round here the streets take orders from the pen O.G.s sip 40 OZ of OE Catch a nigga from the blind side and that's a dope fiend Ain't a whole lot of talking, we make niggas believers And hate snitches so Nas we ain't fucking with Cobe either Round here everybody on your block got a [?] Hood rat bitches hide niggas gats in their purse Dodger fitteds and pro clubs that's the business West coast culture khakis and classic K-swisses Round here [Planet Asia (Ras Kass):] La familia, mob affiliates, try me Wrist rocky, my garage [?] I be About that bizz rap for that making house Spit it until I'm caking out all about that paper route Line per line niggas is weak and can't pronounce I'm busting your head just to see what you thinkin' 'bout Who the fuck want stress with a nigga like me Never should you even press upper killers like he I'm M16, I'm GCM, I'm with that team And you can never cheat those men I'm a nigga that'll beat yo' chin Like if I was chinese, that'll be my name: Be Cho Chin You gettin' skinny figures, eatin' Denny dinners Not gettin' any bigger fuckin' with them trendy niggas Even old timers give me respect Cause I'm a mother fuckin' west side Fresno vet So nigga what now, I don't give a fuck now You gon' make me grab the gat and lay your ass the fuck down Shit gets real, cocaine whip a pound (Yes) Gold chain chip us down (Yes) This is how we get [?] [Ras Kass:] I'm a do or die, ride or die west coast sider Die, come back reborn like the Ghost Rider My whole cranium on fire from the round under West side super max thunder Those bitch niggas get put on punk status Little wild niggas smoke dips and dump [?] I'm on some shit like, million dollar dream type nigga All about my cream type nigga But [?] got the work out Cause niggas keep jackin' [?] in the bird house, green light nigga I make you mouthpiece so [?] like Angelina Jolie When I release you lose teeth like Big Squig Nigga please, shit in your stone washed jeans Get stabbed in the mouth, need a tube just to feed I used to be Hennessy shooter straight out the glass 'Till uncle Chuckie got me 3 with half B-dogs in the street say they beat me on PB My crip niggas C-Walk to my CD Still I call a bitch my Fifi Exchange fluids with the music and give a track of VD No man is sicker lock [?] You ain't a rider you're the valet parkin' the regal And the bitch you got across your arm, homie I call that chicken foster forms, nigga |
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