their blues Well their wife could've ran off without them But here they've got nothing else to lose We sit around and around and around We sit around and around and around
'm going Let's go 'round Let's go 'round CHORUS Yes, you will CHORUS 'Til it goes down, don't make a sound 'Til you come around You come around Comin' around You came around
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in the moonlight Maybe some foolin' around But you think time is just a magazine And money's just a thrill I've waited so long for you to change your way of livin
the scars, or the proof And now you flash ya' shirt tag in our grill But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the deal You walk around talkin' how every
stop (eh eh eh eh eh). And though I'm hot (too too too). Together we burn it up. [Fabolous] The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice. When shawty come around
eh eh eh eh eh). And though I'm hot (too too too). Together we burn it up. [Fabolous] The caked up cut, the cleaned up ice. The shawty come around, I
he We are one like the moon and the sun OG I been around Kid hustlin With grown men around Seen homies get shot And watch bodies spin around Ain't hardly
, colors [Verse 1: The Game] Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, shit start off off coke and bacardi Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri
must of ????***** rep it Lil homies around here constantly on smash mode Lil *****s with pistols just blowin out our assholes this is how we givin'?? The culture is how we livin
jackers and the crack {*whispered* - Compton} Yeah that's the name of my hometown I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around And niggaz
at Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack (Compton!) Yeah that's the name of my hometown I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around
Nina B, {?}, what it is JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga Now (what goes around comes around) I'm
on ya on any corner Put somethin on ya How I stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment I'm from Compton homey, but
'll brang in the roof [Verse Two] My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks Sav livin with my
scene clean, shells, no prints Flee the shootout, X-5, no {?} It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin, food for
takin' flight I said i'll never get enough Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud I'm on top as long as the music's loud If you think I'll sit around as
