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-хоп
Date 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 |