Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Around, artist - Marco Polo. Album song Port Authority, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soulspazm
Song language: English
Go Around |
| Let’s take a trip |
| On a ride with beady eye, it’s arrived |
| I provide your whip, don’t click |
| Take position in yours, shotgun |
| If you got a gun, pass it to the guy who’s up front |
| ‘Cause around these parts they don’t bullshit |
| I keep a full clip in my whip to do a ball-split |
| Right after I exercise, my finger on the trigger |
| Who’s next to die? |
| Anybody next to my ride know that I’m high |
| When you pull up at the light you see the smoke from the side |
| Helicopter see the smoke from the sky |
| Hella copper when you see the Doppler |
| When you’re looking at that guy, General Buckshot |
| Classic like a bus stop, you’re just a porkchop |
| Needing more hip in your hop |
| When you’re bucking with this pure, rugged, and rough |
| Real life shit nigga |
| We make the world go around |
| Everywhere you go you hear duck down |
| We make the world go around |
| Everywhere you go you hear what now |
| We make the world go around |
| Everywhere you go you hear Bucktown |
| We make the world go around |
| Everywhere you go you get shut down |
| The only thing I’m loving is beats |
| And the only thing I’m hugging is the streets |
| Man, I’m in love with their |
| Hot rides, hot pies, no hot wives |
| I ain’t into marrying ‘em, I’m into carrying them knives |
| Big Rambo, so cut up the Sambo |
| Image of me and my man, so we can live handsome |
| Man, they the ones that seem lovely and smile |
| They just want to see me ugly and foul |
| But now I’m on the rise and my team is also (that's right) |
| Boot Camp Clik and fo' fours |
| Go major for what, we pay even more |
| On tour man, I could have a ball |
| See I sign my own checks, y’all old checks |
| Old checked, I been had the lock by the necks |
| So enough respect due to this mall gorilla |
| The main killer with the rhyme |
| I keep ‘em open every time |
| I wake up, open my eyes up |
| And in the process I guess I’ll just rise up |
| A check for my nigga Ruck, a check for my nigga Steel |
| See what’s good for the day like let’s piff |
| To the other side, what they smoking up |
| Then my man’s hot ‘cause on the block cops be rollin' up |
| But I ain’t really trying to see the booking |
| Like just the other day my nigga said «hey,» and I was like «good look» |
| Brooklyn that D.T., shit Bloomberg you see he invested |
| Tested in, if money is the root of all evil |
| The tree is now |
| That’s real, you see that’s why I stay with the movement |
| Them motherfuckers stuck on stupid |
| No movement, I do the |
| Independent records, we move the |