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Here We Come, Boy!

C-BO

Enemy of the State

2000

[Verse 1]
Ain't no runnin my thugs in coming to come gunning
Running down pound for pound dumping them rounds
Catching a beatdown these outta town

2 Step [Remix]

Jim Jones

Down South Slangin 37

2008

no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting

who giggle walking by 

People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones 
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own 
I guess that's

A!

Ying Yang Twins

Thug Walkin'

You heard the same story told 
From beginnin to old
I give a fuck no mo', bitch 'bout the cheese
Hangin round a nigga 'cause he drinkin and smokin weed

to the wind
See the close calls coming by the flossing
Shake me up I shake you off
Break my trust I break you off
If we riding, we ride it out
If we moving, we

Puttin' It Down

Mia X

Mama Drama

the ground 
After beat down on Jerry Springer tape 
Wait put it down like shells hitting the ground 
When I'm busting rounds 
Put it down like beats by

You Know My Steez

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth [LP]

1998

profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads

Oh my gosh Julie, look at her butt, its so plump and round. She looks like one of those punk guy's girlfriends.
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You

Work these days it takes me round and round I get so tired of driving round my old home town well I'm all washed up don't wanna go nowhere when I get

All the Critics in New York

Westside Connection

Bow Down

1996

keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and damus 
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin clips like bananas,

Fuck what you say 

I'm dead anyway 

Come track these cuts 

It be too late 

 

Ride round town where the spot at Bridge look good where my heart

I'm up on that bridge looking forty stories down hoe
Take your last look
Maybe I'll see you 'round
Punk

Just when the devil starts to loosen its grip

screamin bout the ocean
anybody wanna go with me
never knew punk rock could be so pretty
now catch your breath and then catch the ball
and sit by the phone

And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
You notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop

call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money

[Money B]
Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds

Yeah, yeah
Believe in your shit
'Cuz they won't believe in your shit
Lil' boy, believe in your shit, yeah
And, I been ridin' round town
Round

Dollaz + Sense

DJ Quik

Born and Raised in Compton: The Greatest Hits

2006

dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss

Crazy causing trouble, drug abusing
I've gotta drinking problem I'm
Not looking for solutions
Uh, and I'm the reason the beats bang
A punk rock

shot in the gun
400 rounds and he counted each one
Elmo's smilin', he's so cunning
He knew they were coming, so he's not running
Grouch pops out

Black sheep
Been always pushing by my lonely
A wolf in sheep's skin bet I'm hungry for some phonies
I got bitches who is down for me
I ain't talking

hitting harder than surround sound;

(Chorus)x2

By the time i was 20, my fucking fingers hurt from counting so much money/
Shits funny, got these white

feel lucky, punk? That's what I'm askin'
You can't be too tough, you got killed by an Aspirin
And your one-inch punch? Same size as your pecker
Leave

blow
All on my dick cause you mad that I smoke
Up in shit, you better not choke
Have you hangin' off a branch by a rope
Stay with the homies, got heat in

dunks
When you walk by my side"
Yeah, you got me feeling like a punk
your looks they get me high yeah
Show you round my city
We gon do a run-through
Why