Dumbfoundead - 10 Rounds lyrics
[Dumbfoundead - 10 Rounds lyrics]
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-came from the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds
Ten
Two shots and a mixer
Two-o'clock in the after-hours
I was, too hood for them hipsters
Two drops when I'm popping mollies
I, raise the volume, close my
Eyelids, off them hybrids, autopilot
How did I flip, this lifestyle?
Green lights take flight like a night owl
Savage, gotta have it
Catch me in the cab gettin'
Blown like the cannon
Look no hands! Goin' HAM on a bad chick
Said she got a man
Said this shit never happened
It's the ruler, tatted like the Yakuza
Flyer than parachuters
And waviest barracudas
Turn this party into a nudest
Colony with a pool of
Bitches giving me medulla oblongata
I'm a school her
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds
Ten rounds, at least ten rounds
Any given show, at least ten thou
Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds
Neighborhood king, oh you know me right?
Late nights spent at the corners
Until the morning light
You don't blow tree, but ya rollin', right?
You just want to take a photo, right?
Ok, fresh in my white Nike prototypes
So what's the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
And make em' fuckin' with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I
Wasn't taking something home tonight
Drinking to the bottom of the bottle
When you put your bottom dollar that
She coming to the condo
She a Spanish mama goin' though
Some drama with her man
Now she calling me her sancho
Ok, fresh in my white Nike prototypes
So what's the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
Man you fuckin' with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I
Wasn't taking something home tonight
Fresh in my white Nike prototypes
So what's the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
Man you fuckin' with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I
Wasn't taking something home tonight
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of trees to
Go around Outro fades out
Plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-came from the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds
Ten
Two shots and a mixer
Two-o'clock in the after-hours
I was, too hood for them hipsters
Two drops when I'm popping mollies
I, raise the volume, close my
Eyelids, off them hybrids, autopilot
How did I flip, this lifestyle?
Green lights take flight like a night owl
Savage, gotta have it
Catch me in the cab gettin'
Blown like the cannon
Look no hands! Goin' HAM on a bad chick
Said she got a man
Said this shit never happened
It's the ruler, tatted like the Yakuza
Flyer than parachuters
And waviest barracudas
Turn this party into a nudest
Colony with a pool of
Bitches giving me medulla oblongata
I'm a school her
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds
Ten rounds, at least ten rounds
Any given show, at least ten thou
Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds
Neighborhood king, oh you know me right?
Late nights spent at the corners
Until the morning light
You don't blow tree, but ya rollin', right?
You just want to take a photo, right?
Ok, fresh in my white Nike prototypes
So what's the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
And make em' fuckin' with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I
Wasn't taking something home tonight
Drinking to the bottom of the bottle
When you put your bottom dollar that
She coming to the condo
She a Spanish mama goin' though
Some drama with her man
Now she calling me her sancho
Ok, fresh in my white Nike prototypes
So what's the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
Man you fuckin' with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I
Wasn't taking something home tonight
Fresh in my white Nike prototypes
So what's the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
Man you fuckin' with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I
Wasn't taking something home tonight
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of trees to
Go around Outro fades out