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letra de 'round here - i.o.d.

[verse 1]

wake up to the cash and the kennedy’s
staying out the penitentiaries
early memories
of a way back when i was just an up and coming public enemy
playing lean back, wheeling your bike
i watched n-gg-s leaned back, dealing on the white light
my innocent eyes couldn’t foresee
in about a decade i’ll be touching a beat
my n-gg- this is b12 h-ll
lethal females seash-ll smell
she sells seash-ll she sells well
and if you try to play her, see sh-lls hail
manhunt on the playground
they always try to tell my dawgs, “stay down”
i guess mentally broke is the way now
better lay low or just lay down
don’t get stuck with the pump man
and don’t get jumped for your jumpmans
don’t work to hard for the c-nt man
these the words of brownsville’s front man
they be like “piling clothes, getting high riding low
i’m the only god i know, baby you know how that goes”

[chorus]
don’t come to my hood if you n-gg-s is not from around here
and watch where you walk cause my n-gg-s they will put you down here
don’t come to my hood if you n-gg-s is not from around here
n-gg-s be losing they lives and they never get found here
don’t come to my hood if you n-gg-s is not from around here
and watch what you say cause my n-gg-s don’t f-ck with no clowns here
don’t come to my hood if you n-gg-s is not from around here
you know the whole village is brown, go to the light after you here the sound, blaow!!

[verse 2]

in a v, inner me, high
just a little weed, little c’s, five dollar pie
i finna b, finn and jake
my dawgs get they own dinner plate
right now this sh-t dinner steak
pipe down b-tch, we in the making
taking everything we desire
fire forming from our bellies
resumes, i’m never hired
so a n-gg- said f-ck it, f-ck it, f-ck it
i went up to the crib and got the iron man
then i call these other motherf-ckers obidiah
stoned, high like a f-cking himalaya
hit a drive-by then i get some halal
then i hit this bittie that i call nicki minaj
she sucking that beef like she f-cking five guys
she be like i love you babe and i be like bye
see, you f-cking with the i.o
clossal god flow, got a pot of gold
in the concious, constant russell
i’m on my third hustle, gotta make a deposit nonsense
n-gg- when you hear that tune
dundiahaye
clear that room
unless you really want the static
leave a whole in your chest gotta cabbage patch it
they try to thumbtack my tatics
as if you ashmatic b-st-rds can grasp it
facts is, i hit up b3 make a cl-ssic
the catastrophe in a graphic tee
b-r-o-dub-n-s-v-i-double l-e to the i.o.d
creative with the afro
astro, yfw, f-ck you if you don’t f-ck with us
trust, i put it down for the ville
never ran, never will
and you already know
we never love these hoes, whoa!

[chorus x2]

- i o d

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