What Go Around Come Around, Kid

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Come on come on
 (time for some action)
 yeah yeah
 (time for some action)
 Come on come on
 (time for some action)
 yeah yeah
 (time for some action)
 Come on come on
 Drunk ass fool
 just a punk ass
 gonna cause trouble
 yeah let me burst that bubble
 in a hurry
 I ani't happy
 so worry
 what's a judge
 and a punk ass jury
 homeboy
 Should I'm done to go home
 but ya got caught up inside the cyclone
 If I go home
 I'll get slopped and stoned
 When I disconnnect that
 fuckin neck bone
 WATA!
 Then ya get the kick to jaw kid
 And I rip out ya eyelids
 So you can see
 The head nigger at it
 killa
 Commin when I break on the static
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around (go around)
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
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 What go around come around, kid (go around)
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 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around
 Shit
 I get real shit
 yo shit
 can ya feel it
 Carbon copy come steal it
 The gatt I conceal it
 Under my jacket
 Oh where oh where
 Do ya think I pack it
 Under my belt
 when the cards get dealt
 to all the players
 And though the punk ass fakers
 just come
 And ya get the high pitched humm
 Make ya understand where I'm from
 The eastside brown
 kid looks around
 Put's down tump
 it must fall down
 It's on
 when ya wanna take my pound
 punk
 what go around come around
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around (go around)
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
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 What go around come around, kid (go around)
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 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around
 (time, time for some action)
 check me and I'll check you back
 (time, time for some action)
 check me and I'll check you back
 When they come
 with the staic cling
 it's not thing
 Make ya sing the blues
 like B.B. King
 I got the roughneck scales
 To give awhile
 Like a voodoo child
 Nuthin but style
 Take it
 But you can see the black glock clickin
 Point my gatt
 at the punk ass victims
 Step up
 Or you can step back
 though the doors
 You can bring it on
 if ya wanna come get yours
 But ya betta look ova ya shoulda
 Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around (go around)
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around (go around)
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around (go around)
 What go around come around, kid (go around)
 What go around come around
 (time, time for some action)
 check me and I'll check you back
 (time, time for some action)
 check me and I'll check you back
 (time, time for some action)
 check me and I'll check you back
 check me and I'll check you back
 

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Duration
03:43
Key
1
Tempo
90 BPM

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