Came Round lyrics

by

Spice 1


[Chorus]
Ever since we came round in 84 alotta sh*t done came down
Alotta sh*t done changed now, lotta n*ggas game round
Lotta n*ggas hang now, lotta n*ggas bang now
You startin to get the fame now?

[Verse One]
I just want the change now but how this sposed to change now?
Been f*ckin em up on the block but a deck ain't even some change now
So it ain't so strange now, they poppin at my Range now
I just want some grains out n*gga check my strangs out
Metalbrook, Moonlight, Marcus where we hang out
Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out
I'm markin n*ggas banged out
Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies got love from every f*ckin gang now

[Verse Two]
My n*ggas go the same route, we been peeped this game out
Hoodstas Rich Roll! I'm 4-7 Banged out
They loccin sh*t we ain't about the Locust Crip we came out
Crip talkin and walkin and my blue strings hang out
b*tches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out
n*ggas peep my strangs out so I pull my thangs out
(n*gga let me do my thang now) tell these fools the name now
Notorious Dulow mutha f*ckin Gang, clown

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse Three]
Ever since these fag n*ggas came around the game been f*cked and watered down
L-O-C-O when I'm platinum now, ya'll mutha f*ckas gettin slaughtered now
You're platinum do I feel ya now, hell naw cuzz, n*gga bout to kill ya now
Y'all n*ggas ain't never gon be sh*t, but the house on the West Coast is
Still the sound
f*ck that n*gga get back feel my rounds
Hit b*tch, hit licks here kiss the ground
When ya see a n*gga killa bout to hit the ground
Ya mutha f*ckas know how my spittin sounds
Get rich, get flipped n*gga this is Crip, anybody test that get pistolwhipped
That's me and I'm still gonna down em
And set ya like f*ck the world mutha f*cka this is Crip
Get chips, get rich wit this n*gga we come around n*gga hit with this
n*gga so jealous he done went and slit his wrist
Cuz y'all n*ggas ain't doin sh*t wit this
See Bullet Loc and get even b*tch, it might even be deceivin b*tch
And bullsh*t we ain't beleivin b*tch
When sh*t get thick y'all leave it quick
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've been shakin in ya boots since we came around
n*gga let me do my thang now (Tell these fools the name now)
Notorious DuLow mutha f*ckin Gang, clown

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse Four]
Now think about it logically and see how it's soundin odd to me
This n*ggas a f*ckin poodle and I'm hearin he's talkin bout plot to me
n*ggas talkin bout boxin me, better be talkin bout poppin me
Choppin me, glockin me, finally f*ckin stoppin me
Now that's some sh*t I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy
Meant to be so it's got to be, n*ggas hard well not to me
Heard how I rock a beat click click and pop my heat
Droppin G's, poppin keys 2001 still poppin peas

[Verse Five]
n*gga ain't no stoppin me so listen to my prophecy
Did time to pop em see in the penitentary
Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly
None n*ggas feelin me, none n*ggas killin me
We goin on a killin spree n*gga check your history
Hoodstas ain't no mystery, never ball your fist at me
Bring supreme to twist wit me, n*ggas slit they wrist for me
This b*tch blew a kiss at me now his ass is history

[Chorus 2x]

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