Came Around lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Chorus]
Ever since we came 'round and able
A lot of sh*t done came down
A lot of sh*t done changed now
A lot of n*ggas came 'round
A lot of n*ggas hang now
A lot of n*ggas bang now, start to get the fame now

[VERSE 1 - Scar]
I just want the change now, but how they 'posed to change now
Been sockin' 'em up on my block and sh*t for 'bout a decade and some change now
So it ain't so strange now, they poppin' at my Range now
I done blew some brains out, n*gga check my strangs out
Meadowbrooke, Moonlight, Market where we hang out
Banged out for the daytime, but the night made bullets rang out
My Market n*ggas banged out, Bay Loc...Jayo
My Crip and Blood homies got love from every f*ckin' gang now

(Bay Loc)
My n*ggas go the same route, we've been peeped this game out
Hoodsta's rich roll, I'm 47 banged out
The joke and sh*t we ain't about, the loc is Crip and came out
Crip talkin' and walkin' til my blue strings came out
b*tches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out
n*ggas peep my strangs out so I pulls my thang out
n*gga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now
Notorious Dulow motherf*ckin' Gang clown

[Chorus X2]

[VERSE 2 - Jayo Felony]
Ever since these fag n*ggas came around
The game been f*cked and watered down
L-O-C-O comin' at you clown, y'all motherf*ckers gon' get slaughtered now
You're platinum do I feel you now, hell no cuz n*gga 'bout to kill you now
Y'all n*ggas ain't never gonna be sh*t
But a house on the west coast is still the sound
f*ck that, n*gga get back, feel my rounds, hit b*tch, hit licks, hit, kick
The ground
When this anybody killer n*gga hit the ground
You motherf*ckers know how my Smith-n sound
Get chips, get flipped, n*gga this is Crip
Anybody test that gets pistol whipped
That's me and I'm still going out on a stretcher like
-"f*ck THE WORLD MOTHERf*ckER THIS IS CRIP"
Get chips, get rich with this, think we could rap and make a hit with this
n*gga so jealous he the one who slit his wrists
Cuz y'all faggots ain't doing sh*t with this
C Bullet Loc will get even b*tch and it might even be this evening b*tch
And bullsh*t we don't believe it b*tch, when sh*t get thick y'all need to quit
Get out the game you got the same sound, still gettin' beats from the same clown
Don't look now n*ggas puttin' it down
You was shakin' in your boots since we came around
n*gga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now
Notorious Dulow motherf*ckin' Gang clown

[Chorus X3]

[VERSE 3 - SCAR]
Now think about it logically and see how it's sounding odd to me
This n*gga's a f*ckin' fool and I'm hearin' he's talking about boxing me
n*gga talking about boxing me, better be talking about poppin' me
Choppin' me, Glockin' me, finally f*ckin' stoppin' me
That's some sh*t I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy
Meant to be so it got to be, n*ggas hard, well not to me
Hurtin' how I rock a beat, click click and pop my heat
Droppin' G's, coppin' ki's, 2001 still poppin' p's

(Bay Loc)
n*gga ain't no stoppin' me so listen to my prophecy
Did time with Poppa C in the penitentiary
Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly
Numb n*ggas feelin' me, none n*ggas killin' me
We going on a killing spree, n*gga check your history
Hoodsta's ain't no mystery, never ball your fists at me
Bring some green and twist with me, n*ggas slit their wrists for me
His b*tch blew a kiss at me, now his ass is history

[Chorus]

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