Round Here (Explicit)

Intro Memphis Bleek

Uh uh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Know what it sound like

It's the Roc ni**a

Heard uh-huh uh

Don't be scared now niggaz

Round here round here

We know you scared now

Marcy holla let's go Just Blaze

Verse 1 Memphis Bleek

I let you know how I do it round here

And I'm out eight in a morn' dawg clock two around here

What chu do around here and you know I keep my tool around here

My niggaz act a fool around here yeah

My hood my set my strip my p's whatever

We down we real we bang forever

Put in game down here make change down here

Cause I serve them fiends that raw 'caine down here yeah

And I done made my way round here

And them hoes know I twist them like haze round here

Been M A D E down here blow hay round here

Ask around them niggaz know I lay down here

Down here yeah and I done aired down there

But the streets was bigger I park the lear round here

Round here and I'm still in my Nike Air's

Yeah my hat leanin and I'm livin wit no fears

Chorus Memphis Bleek

Round here yeah round here yeah

Yeah we ridin clean on them things round here

Yeah round here yeah round here yeah

We blowin dro gettin low round here yeah

Round here yeah round here yeah

We ridin clean on them things round here

Yeah round here yeah round here yeah

We blowin dro gettin low round here yeah

Verse 2 Trick Daddy

It's hot as hell but it snows down here

You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down here

This is the season for the zoe's round here

If you corner who you know you can get it for the low down here

From nickels to birds you can get it flipped and served

For talkin too much be for certain them niggaz workin

You can buy it from the cops down here

You know who sweat it down here b**ch it's so Crip round here

So many b**ches out there snitchin round here

That's why every summer b**ches be missin round here

I roll wit straight killers thug niggaz and ** dealers

And if they ridin wit me best believe them my niggaz

As for you b**ches forget about it

See the head was tremendous but this dick is strickly business

I'll be thuggin forever see I'ma fighter not a lover

I'm a hit-and-run-it cold-blooded motherf**ka

But the hoes they don't care down here

They be suckin and f**kin all year down here

They be heavy on the pill down here

Got mo' than that what the motherf**kin meal down here

Chorus w T I ad-libs

Verse 3 T I

Oh yeah I know you prolly never known round here

It get hotter then the body get the wrong idea

It's just Caprice's and Impala's sittin on chrome down here

Brawls and ballin ain't all that's goin on round here

Young killers tote pistols like they grown down here

Them young niggaz similar to King Kong round here

A pocket full of stones would get you on down here

So d**e boy keep da traps like the song round here

Hey it ain't safe for the faker walkin home round here

Hey the hell what we know if you ain't know round here

You say the wrong thang will get ya back blown round here

The gangsta's rep they hood by the zone round here

Get a hole in ya dome bout ya rims down here

24's make them dubs look like 10 down here

I'm where it ends and begins as far as rappers round here

Money hoes cars dro's is all that matters down here

Chorus