Lyrics:
round and round
One more year that's one more down
And one more birthday
Can't keep count
New Years Eve all the freaks come out
And the room keeps
said so,
No sleep for the weak, right? No, bet no.
Rollin' with the punk rockers,
I ain't lying,
Fake guns, fake bands,
Fake punk, I ain't buying,
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
with a kid
She was asking for pass I said no are you daft
Do you know what she said let me worry bout that mad
Shots on a track go disperse 'em
Round
smell like (theres no escape)
Well I see (theres no escape).....there's no escape ha ha ha ha ha
[D-Loc]
That westcoast punk rock shit
[Daddy X]
let me twos that (twos that)
Big rambizy by my side, fuck his Canada Goose
Man, I'll rip right through that (woosh)
The way I swing my blade
Shit, you motherfuckin' right
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk ass niggas don't
Nigga westside, what! Bring
thumb
I wish that I could do it but I guess I’m just a punk
Fuck it, pop another one and turn the volume up
Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s
The moral of this story, why I tell this sorry tale,
Is so that you’re not daft like me. Let common sense prevail.
I have a drink now. Watch TV. Go round
you receive my car
When did you send it
Yesterday shouldve been there by now
9 4 5 9 1 Vallejo California mail box ect 9 4 5 9 1
Damn shit what
he's got one big belly
From livin the good life provided by punk
Singin singin singin
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some Bushmills I
dropped the punk shit, I heard he's doing rap again
Better drop what you're doing and go tell a friend
VV season year round, that shit never ends
This is
singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgement we walked
singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgment we walked
up while I'm breakin' you down
You gon' knock out by the end of this round, oh
You got me speechless, girl, that pussy no punk (that pussy no punk
rollin too deep
You shouldn'tve made that tape, but you pushed me
Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearin pussies
Mmmm... you ready for round one? Here it come
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
now they can't be ignored!
[Run]
The force of course that makes Run the boss
So get lost because I just toss a punk
Make way today and if I may I
a car so a bike a rider
Black mask on so they call me Vader
You ride round with a blade and saber
Have 12 G’s but they ain’t gone save ya
Yeah I work
Start off by saying that I am the greatest then question myself what kinda great is this
We live in a state of hell I'm in a state of mind
Where I
it's dumped on your parade
This type of monsoon'll cover Russia
Hear the rumbling round the bay
When I'm coming out the gate and I bust through
Than
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
punk ass nigga I'll be back, geah
You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
Nigga then you smoke my ass with the
Fuckin blood runnin down my
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