Lyrics Round N Round - C Block
{Red
Dogg}
As
I
grip
the
microphone
while
you
slip,
I
pick
up
the
pieces.
One
time
the
honey
did
listen
up,
as
I
hit
you
with
the
funk
stuff.
It's
like
C-to
the
blam
I
hit
the
grandslam.
Mr.P
& I'm
saying
it
loud.
Like
I'm
proud,
can
you
see
that
I'm
holdong
it
down
from
the
clowns.
MC
Red
in
the
house
without
a
doubt,
we
going
to
show
y'all.
Tell
y'all
Busta's
what
it's
all
about.
Cause
we
coming
from
the
west
& we
moving
to
the
east,
going
to
let
y'all
know
that
I
can
compete
as
I
speak.
I'm
coming
with
the
street
beat,
we
rollin
deep
I'm
on
Jeep's
while
ya
creep.
Or
y'all
feet.
Is
it
bumping?
(yeah)
Is
it
bumping?
(Yeah)
Is
the
beat
steady
on
the
one
steady
thumping?
(Yeah)
Cause
we
comin
with
the
underground
funky
sound.
It's
the
P.
to
the
OP
keepin
it
round.
{Bridge:
Goldie}
Ridin
in
my
Jeep,
on
the
creep
rollin
deep.
Deeper
than
the
valley
below.
Rollin
the
cash,
mashin
on
the
gas.
Slippin
on
the
mask
as
we
blast,
Round
N
Round
the
world
we
go.
{Chorus:
Goldie/Misty}
Round
N
Round
N
Round,
pick
yourself
up
off
the
ground.
You've
gotta
be
down
if
you
really
wanna
ride
with
me.
Round
N
Round
N
Round,
what
goes
up,
it
must
dome
down.
You
gotta
roll
low
if
you
really
wanna
stroll
with
me.
{Mr.P}
Raise
them
up,
raise
them
up.
Now
bogy
bang
with
my
funk.
It's
the
click
Cell-Block,
I
do
what
other
nigga's
don't.
Straight
Pim
to
the
Pin,
I
done
blasted
once
before
& I'm
a
blast
the
again.
Hip
Hop
will
never
stop,
I
let's
it
fly
like
a
kike,
keep
my
toung
laced
tight.
When
it
comes
to
the
game
so
call
me
nike,
tennis
shoes,
don't
snooze.
I
bring
the
news,
like
the
paperboy
I'm
out
there
collecting
my
dues.
Pimp
mentality,
it's
planty
wild
in
me.
I
handle
big
with
the
homie.
P.O.P-Pittsburgh
P.
Profilin
C-Block
stylin
actin
wildy.
I
spits
my
shit
way
the
f**k
out
there
like
an
island.
Is
it
funky?
(Yeah)
Is
it
funky?
(Yeah)
Is
the
beat
steady
rockin
like
a
junky?
(Yeah)
Relax
your
mind
& let
your
concrons
be
free.
Mr.P
& Red
Cell
Block
G
{Bridge}/{Chorus}
{Misty}
Funky
G.
Mashin
on
the
gas
slipping
now
& then.
As
we
blast
Round
N
round.
Roll
of
alone,
uhuh.
Mashin
on
the
gas
slipping
now
& then.
As
we
blast
Round
N
round.
Funky
G.
Heee-eey.
You
gotta
be
down,
you
gotta
be,
you
gotta
be
down.
Yeah,
hey,
heey.
Roll
of
alone.
Ridin
in
my
Jeep
on
the
creep.
Rollin
deep
& deep.
Roll
on
Roll
on.
{Bridge}/{Chorus}
Album
General Population
1 Looking to the Sky
2 So Strung Out
3 Time Is Tickin' Away
4 Round N Round
5 Being Raised
6 Dem Bustas
7 My Life
8 Shake Dat Azz
9 Psycho
10 A Cappella Preston
11 Da Ghetto
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