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    "Round Here" Lyrics


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    (feat. Bennie Franks, High Beam)

    [Man talkin]
    I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz
    Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit
    Cause I'm on the corner
    Shit they on the corner, they do what they wanna do
    Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do
    My brother Rick man he was callin' it in 1988
    Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man
    I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man
    I ain't scared of no muthafucka
    My name Willie, my name Willie

    [Bennie Franks]
    I don't give a fuck who you is nigga, fuck what you got
    I don't give a fuck how you live shawty, fuck who you shot
    I don't give a fuck if you had a 30-pack in yo drawz
    Come around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw
    Yeah I'm clappin' at y'all
    Niggaz ain't what they claim to us
    Learned the game from us
    And try to slang cain from us (Man it was only weed!)
    I don't give a fuck if it was weed, heroin, or angel dust
    Don't let it happen shawty (Or what man?)
    We clappin' ya shawty
    We ghetto Sopranos
    Us niggaz pack metals in our flanel
    And go against what I said, you'll be headlinin' every channel
    I got niggaz I done lost here, niggaz in the Fed's
    Niggaz who swung out on them dummies that'll pull they guns out
    And you wanna sneak and serve round here (Man I ain't sneakin')
    I put ya down (Okay) if I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here
    It's blood, sweat, and tears round here
    We was all born here, we all'll clown round here

    [Hook - Bennie Franks (High Beam)]
    Nigga you ain't from round here (Get the fuck from around here)
    Nigga you ain't born round here (Get the fuck from around here)
    And you ain't finna serve round here (Get the fuck from around here)
    Nigga you ain't blood round here - catch a slug round here
    Now who you say you know around here (Get the fuck from around here)
    He wasn't even raised round here (Get the fuck from around here)
    I ain't never seen yo face round here (Get the fuck from around here)
    Man we don't play around here - we shoot AK's around here

    [Bennie Franks]
    What yo name is, tell me what yo name is
    Who gave you the okay, you told ya you could slang here
    (Man my brotha Rick, remember he used to call it around here)
    Who dirty Rick, man that nigga been barred from round here
    We ain't honored shit round here
    You ain't heard, it's anybody's cut around here
    And try to serve, you can lay out on the ground here
    Know what I'm sayin'
    I'm from the 51st Ward nigga them K's we sprayin'
    We bringin' them guns round here
    We bringin' them funds round here
    You better listen up shawty, it ain't no fun round here
    You ain't leavin' round here
    With shit'stacked from down here
    But doctor bills lil' boy you get clapped around here
    (Man don't hate on me)


    Nigga where the packs of dro
    Well I heard you got them blows
    Better not come up on my tip servin' nothin'
    I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes
    You gotta go with the Calico
    And a baby .380 for playin' me shady
    Get a bullet to the neck not payin' they gravy
    I'm crazy, see death in my scummy eyes
    Flip a 15 over here, muthafuck if we ?? 25's
    You about to get pissed
    I'm mad doggin' you like the Grinch
    I ain't gon' roll with this
    Catch you servin' on this tip, I'ma steal you like you stole Christmas
    Leavin' no witness, got plenty tanks
    You got fire green and plenty bank
    Thinkin' you bout to put some work down here
    Did you ask High Beam and Bennie Franks
    Them niggaz must have shut you down or somethin'
    Heard you was a hoe and whooped for about 34 pounds of somethin'
    Buck at you, runnin' this buildin' and tryin' to get yo cash on
    I'ma scoop through the tip in a 1300 with a black mask on
    Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad
    Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that whole ?
    Don't talk no shit, we got dum-dums round here
    Get put in trunks around here
    Standin' on the front smokin' a blunt and get caught around here

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Caitlin for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Paul Philip Herman, Dido Armstrong, Stanley Bernard Benton, Calvin Broadus (Snoop Dogg), Tracy Lynn Curry, Dawaun W Parker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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