Текст песни Round Here - Trick Daddy , Memphis Bleek , T.I.

Uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Round here, round here, round here
Know what it sound like
It's a rock, heard
We been scared now nigga
Round here, round here, round here
You know we scared now nigga
Marcy, holla
Let's go, yo, yo

I let you know how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in the morn' dawg
Fuckin wit two around here
What you doin round here
And you know I keep my nina round here
My niggas act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my piece, whatever
We down, we real, we strapped forever
Put a gang down there, make change down there
Cause I served them fiends that raw coke down there, yeah
And I done made my way round here
And them hoes know I twist 'em like blunts round here
Been made down there, blow hay round here
Ask around, them hoes know I laid down here, down here, yeah
And I done aired down there
If the streets was bigger I'd park the Lear round here, round here
And I'm still in my Nike Airs, yeah
My hat leanin, I'm livin with no fear

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah, yeah
We ridin clean on them thangs round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin trees, gettin low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin clean on them thangs round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin trees, gettin low round here, yeah

It's hot as hell, but it snows down here
You can get a rock for a buck, but no more than 24 down here
See it's the season of the zoes round here
According to who you know you can get it for the low down here
Fuck with me, get flipped and served
Talkin too much, be for certain, them hoes work
Niggas be lyin' for the cops down here
Them hoes wicked down here, niggas so crooked down here
So many niggas out here snitchin' down here
That's why, every summer, niggas be missin' round here
I roll with niggas, straight killers, thug niggas, and dope dealers
And if they ridin' with me best believe them my niggas
As for you bitches, forget about it
See the ego is tremendous, but this dick, it be strictly business
How we thuggin forever, see I'm a fighter not a lover
I'm a hit and run it, cold blooded motherfucker
But them hoes they don't care down here
They be suckin and fuckin all year down here
They be heavy on the coke down here
Got 'em rollin' with the blow and the mail down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah, yeah
We ridin clean on them thangs round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin trees, gettin low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin clean on them thangs round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin trees, gettin low round here, yeah

Okay I know you probably never known round here
It get hotter than the body get the wrong idea
It's just caprices and the policy no chrome down here
But broads and ballin' ain't all that's goin on round here
Young niggas on dicks like they grown round here
Them young niggas similar to Keyshia Cole round here
A pocket full of snakes, get your own round here
So homeboy keep the traps like a song round here
They say niggas waitin to walk alone round here
But the hell with who you know if you ain't known round here
Say the wrong thing and get your back blown round here
Cause gangstas rep they hood by the zone round here
Get a hole in your dome by your rims round here
24 Make a dub look like ten round here
Come where it ends and you be a sparse rapper round here
Money, hoes, cars, clothes, all that matters down here

Round here, yeah, round here, yeah, yeah
We ridin clean on them thangs round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin trees, gettin low round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin clean on them thangs round here, yeah
Round here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin trees, gettin low round here, yeah