Testo Round Here - Memphis Bleek feat. T.I. & Trick Daddy
Testo della canzone Round Here (Memphis Bleek feat. T.I. & Trick Daddy), tratta dall'album M.A.D.E. (Explicit Version)
Uh (uh) yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) (easy)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Know what it sound like (it's the Roc nigga)
Heard (uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now, niggas
'Round here, 'round here ('round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze)
I let you know, how I do it 'round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
What you move around here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggas act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my p's, whatever
We down, we real, we bang forever
Put in game down here, make change down here
'Cause I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah
And I done made my way, 'round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze 'round here
Been made down here, blow hay 'round here
Ask around, them niggas know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down there
If the streets was bigger I'd park a Lear around here
'Round here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', and I'm livin' with no fears
'Round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things 'round here
Yeah, 'round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low 'round here, yeah (ha)
'Round here, yeah (yeah), 'round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things 'round here
Yeah, 'round here (bring it out 'round here), yeah, 'round here, yeah
We blowin' dro (yeah), gettin' low 'round here, yeah
It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no more then 24 down here (yeah)
This is the season, for the zoe's 'round here (zoe's 'round here)
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down here (for the low down here)
From - nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served (served)
Talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggas workin' (them niggas workin')
You can buy it, from the cops down here (from the cops down here)
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so crip 'round here (bitch it's so crip 'round here)
So many bitches out there, snitchin' 'round here (snitchin' 'round here)
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' 'round here (bitches be missin' 'round here)
I roll with, straight killers, thug niggas, and drug dealers (yeah)
And if they ridin' with me, best believe them my niggas (best believe them my niggas)
As for you bitches, forget about it (yeah)
See the head was tremendous, but this dick, is strictly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucker (huh)
But the hoes, they don't care down here (yeah)
They be - suckin' and fuckin' all year down here (all year down here)
They be heavy on the pill, down here (down here)
Got more than that what the motherfuckin' meal down here (meal down here)
'Round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things 'round here
Yeah, 'round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low 'round here, yeah
'Round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things 'round here (T.I., T.I)
Yeah, 'round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah)
We blowin' dro (right now, gettin' more), gettin' low 'round here, yeah (I, I, I)
I know you prolly' never known, 'round here (uh-huh) (yeah)
It get hotter, then the body get the wrong idea (we gonna burst up somebody)
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on 'round here (you know the thin', now)
Young killers (oh) tote pistols, like they grown down here (ayy)
Them young niggas similar to King Kong, 'round here (huh, ayy)
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down here ('cause I'm down, bitch, I'm in this hood)
So dope boy, keep your drops like the song 'round here (let's go)
Hey, it ain't safe for the fakes to walk alone 'round here (hey)
The hell what we know if you ain't know 'round here (what? What? Ayy)
You say the wrong thing, will get you back blown 'round here (what? What?)
The gangsta's rep' they hood, by the zone 'round here (yo, we the West Side)
Get a hole in ya dome, bout ya rims down here (you know it)
24's (yeah) make them dubs, look like 10 down here (you know)
I'm where it ends and begins for us rappers 'round here (ha-ha, for the peeps with me, you know what I'm saying?)
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down here (these are the peeps I saw) (uh, yeah, yeah)
'Round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things 'round here
Yeah, 'round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low 'round here, yeah
'Round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things 'round here
Yeah, 'round here, yeah, 'round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low 'round here, yeah
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Writer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Maurice Young, Malik Cox, Clifford J. Harris
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