Lyrics They Come Around - Evil Ebenezer, Conscience, Birdapres

They Come Around

«They come around but they never come close»
«Why is That?»
«Because the punks ain’t hitting»
«They come around but they never come close»
«Make'em go!»
«Back to the Left»
Ayo I roll in the cut
Holding my nuts so my hand rubber band when I’m foldin my butts
Look Mr. Yucks in the club
I think someone slipped some drink in my drugs
I’m obnoxious, these girls know my name
In the guinness book of records for the worlds thinnest chain
You’re so weak, I don’t know how you slipped through
Your CDs is 20 second flip through
Yeah I’m repping for down and outers
But I got no love for out of towners
So don’t come around the 20 get your cut toned
I got four words, «Stay the fuck home»
«They come around but they never come close»
«Why is That?»
«Because the punks ain’t hitting»
«They come around but they never come close»
«Make'em go!»
«Back to the Left»
Ayo we roll in ya town
Holding the pound of the finest home grown (?) sound
Coming from the wild west coast and the clouds of smoke
That surrounders choke kids and (?)
«They come around but they never come close»
To us, most of punks just jokes to us
Hopeless ducks, be noping up the bills sucking deals and it’s so disgusting
Man, this ain’t no get rich quick scheme its been years
You think you spit clean shit then clean ya ears
It’s so hard to listen to most artists gimmicks with no heart
Just isn’t the whole parsol, Is it?
«They come around but they never come close»
«Why is That?»
«Because the punks ain’t hitting»
«They come around but they never come close»
«Make'em go!»
«Back to the Left»
Broke the glass, grab thee axe, running like a hundred yard dash
So much class and cunning
Im in out like I needed the lesson explained
My school of thought to the professional day
Any haters in this bachelor auction?
Broads give me action like they captured a hostage
I wake up, taped up in a closet got my gold card and took a girl french shopping
That’s one that’ll torch the sound to a crisp
Any Broad escorts around for a livin
So holla at a playa, words that amaze ya
Chile whip it in cheese shapes, jeans and tennis shoes
Dudes and west beach thugs I’m at the titty bar
Handing out fifties and catching chlamydia
You sitting wondering
«Do I have a video?», Nah
Just hardcore shit that got you gritting your jaw
«They come around but they never come close»
«Why is That?»
«Because the punks ain’t hitting»
«They come around but they never come close»
«Make'em go!»
«Back to the Left»
Don’t even get in our way ma’fucka
It’s over (?)