Cypress Hill

Letra de What Go Around Come Around, Kid

Letras de Cypress Hill

"What Go Around Come Around, Kid"

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) 
 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 
 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) 
 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 
 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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