| Ever since we came round in 84 alotta shit done came down
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| Alotta shit done changed now, lotta niggas game round
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| Lotta niggas hang now, lotta niggas bang now
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| You startin to get the fame now?
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| I just want the change now but how this sposed to change now?
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| Been fuckin em up on the block but a deck ain’t even some change now
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| So it ain’t so strange now, they poppin at my Range now
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| I just want some grains out nigga check my strangs out
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| Metalbrook, Moonlight, Marcus where we hang out
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| Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out
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| I’m markin niggas banged out
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| Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin gang now
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| My niggas go the same route, we been peeped this game out
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| Hoodstas Rich Roll! |
| I’m 4−7 Banged out
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| They loccin shit we ain’t about the Locust Crip we came out
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| Crip talkin and walkin and my blue strings hang out
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| Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out
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| Niggas peep my strangs out so I pull my thangs out
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| (Nigga let me do my thang now) tell these fools the name now
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| Notorious Dulow mutha fuckin Gang, clown
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| Ever since these fag niggas came around the game been fucked and watered down
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| L-O-C-O when I’m platinum now, ya’ll mutha fuckas gettin slaughtered now
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| You’re platinum do I feel ya now, hell naw cuzz, nigga bout to kill ya now
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| Y’all niggas ain’t never gon be shit, but the house on the West Coast is
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| Still the sound
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| Fuck that nigga get back feel my rounds
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| Hit bitch, hit licks here kiss the ground
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| When ya see a nigga killa bout to hit the ground
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| Ya mutha fuckas know how my spittin sounds
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| Get rich, get flipped nigga this is Crip, anybody test that get pistolwhipped
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| That’s me and I’m still gonna down em
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| And set ya like fuck the world mutha fucka this is Crip
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| Get chips, get rich wit this nigga we come around nigga hit with this
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| Nigga so jealous he done went and slit his wrist
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| Cuz y’all niggas ain’t doin shit wit this
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| See Bullet Loc and get even bitch, it might even be deceivin bitch
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| And bullshit we ain’t beleivin bitch
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| When shit get thick y’all leave it quick
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| Get out the game you got the same sound
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| Still gettin beats from the same clown
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| Don’t look now niggas puttin it down
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| You’ve been shakin in ya boots since we came around
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| Nigga let me do my thang now (Tell these fools the name now)
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| Notorious DuLow mutha fuckin Gang, clown
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| Now think about it logically and see how it’s soundin odd to me
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| This niggas a fuckin poodle and I’m hearin he’s talkin bout plot to me
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| Niggas talkin bout boxin me, better be talkin bout poppin me
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| Choppin me, glockin me, finally fuckin stoppin me
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| Now that’s some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy
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| Meant to be so it’s got to be, niggas hard well not to me
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| Heard how I rock a beat click click and pop my heat
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| Droppin G’s, poppin keys 2001 still poppin peas
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| Nigga ain’t no stoppin me so listen to my prophecy
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| Did time to pop em see in the penitentary
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| Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly
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| None niggas feelin me, none niggas killin me
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| We goin on a killin spree nigga check your history
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| Hoodstas ain’t no mystery, never ball your fist at me
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| Bring supreme to twist wit me, niggas slit they wrist for me
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| This bitch blew a kiss at me now his ass is history |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Round , by - Jayo Felony. Song from the album Crip Hop, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп