Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Round & Round, artist - Twinz. Album song Conversation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Round & Round |
Round & Round |
Round & Round |
Round & Round |
Round & Round |
Round & Round |
Round & Round |
Wayniac (What's up?), I think we oughta check it |
For a second straight record for them fools disrespectin |
(Disrespect what?) the flow |
And being the Tripp Locc, I just can’t take it no more |
(so?), let me televise my shit the underground |
MTV, the Box, BET it’s still hits |
24−7 eastsidein' it, G ridin |
We slidin, bomb to the fullest, fuck hidin' it |
You know what’s up wit' me the dollar bill and my steel |
I play for keeps, that’s on the real |
Now get the glass and the yak and take a step back |
And try to figure out this nigga Wayniac, the maniac |
When it comes to a track |
It’s like this, or should I say it’s like that (like that) |
I got that knack to make the beats smack |
From my nine-millimeter microphone Mack |
10−9-8-wait-B-e-a-c-h, city is the place to be |
With my brother Tripp Locc and the G funk family |
We just doin' our thang, straight up, it’s fixin' to hit the fan |
Serious like that cuz some ain’t goin understand |
Anticipation got’em all on the sack |
All my time that I gotta spin up that track |
Money got me motivated, word up to my moms |
Nine-four set it up so now it’s time for the bomb |
To get dropped, non-stop on my way to the T-O-P |
Servin' conversation, as if it were some cavi |
You could tell I was a hustla from the start |
Which meant the Locc and me could never ever see a mark |
Cuz sippin-ass niggas wear them pumps to get fed |
Bitches steady gankin' while they puffin' up your head |
Since I’m the Loc they come and show we just chillin |
Peepin out my whole click I’m wit make a killin |
You know me I’m the one that will always make’em pay |
But for now I’mma slide and listen to the women as they say |
Catch a grip young Tripp, that’s what they told me |
I gotta thank god for all my true homies |
You molded me, into a true G |
That’s how I put it down (That's right) with Tripnology |
And dissocology from G to G |
Helps a nigga like me see clearly |
I’m tellin' you the truth with proof |
It’s like a pimp tryin to pimp some hoes with no coupe |
(you know how that go) Stoop down (Down) |
And listen to the look alike, dynamite, trump tight twins |
From the P-A-C |
Poly Apartments for them niggas that ain’t from the LBC |