Round Here by Game
(Verse)
They stuntin down there, they stuntin down there
They don�t want me to send them trucks around here
Hundred niggas a pop up around here
With the pumpin round here, get to dumpin down there
Tell me why you creeps snapped, is it cuz I leaped
back?
You so fast and I didn�t even speak fat
You�s a joke and cheap laugh
Stop rappin, do yourself a favor and eat glass
I play fuckin kick ball with you bean bags
I�m at 11 so high, you can�t breeze past
I�m 10 pounds, you�s a seat in the weed bag
Come on nigga, where�s the weed at?
You don�t want my face to be the face you see
In yo dream and the reason you awake from sleep
We used to it down here, we movin it down here
We servin out more than Patrick Ewing to down here
Floppy mira mira we speak it fluent down here
We get bricks cuz we know what we�re fuckin doin round
here
I squeeze clips and gats, with your knees hips and back
Watch your knees when collapse then proceed flippin
crack
What? You�s a G picture that
With a digital camera and a freezed butcher�s snack
Get hype enough and the pipe�s a bust
You�ll see all types of stuff despite your guts
So lighten up guy for all you see is lightning up high
In a casket, lay white for your size
Last nigga tried to give me slack and then bun
I caught him, his face played petty pack with the gun
(Verse)
In the game we take your top off, we gang bangin niggas
Not soft in Californ-a-yay, you get there knocked off
I put a hole in one nigga, this is not golf
I�ll kill you then personally drop the box off
Throw the silencer on, knock your moms and pops off
With the shit pots on, they get the Glock off
Send me evidence, I just play the cops off
Niggas in the hood know every time bein popped off, the
whole block get boxed off
What the fuck would ever stop falling?
My hollows is burn in yo mouth like hot sauce
I can tell you what the watch cost
11-5, that�s the best price
They tell you 10 and they lyin, I got them fresh whites
From overseas niggas all got cocoa leaves, you could
move boats of weed
Everywhere I go keep the stows with me
I don�t know what you rap niggas is supposed to be
I stay in the hood, gang bangin and dockin
They notice me, now fuck with Eminem OB D12, you can�t
Busta Rhymes in here
Who the fuck called me?
I was just 1-2 hova lee, with my eyes on the crew never
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