Trick Trick, Royce da 5'9" - All Around The World lyrics
[Trick Trick, Royce da 5'9" - All Around The World lyrics]
Okay, Hip-Hop might be in
A state of emergency
But you can't really blame the artists
Don't point the finger, y'knowmsayin?
Let's do what we do, let them do what they do
They all sayin the same shit anyway
Let's do what we wanna do
Trick Trick, Royce 5'9"
Done all types of dirt all across the world
And all kind of shows for you boys and girls
(hey)
High schools to shows of nothin but old folks
GD's, blue rags, red rags and
Detroit to LA, B-Ham to Jersey
Atlanta to BK, A-Z to V-A
Now I done seen some strange shit
But all around the world homeboy
It's the same shit
I'll tell you this ain't got a
Gang of crews on these blocks (so what?)
Heard it's a pretty bitch just
Itchin to get knocked (so what?)
Lines of broads at these shows (so what?)
With backstage passes and wantin to be chose
(so what?)
Everybody wanna be better than the next
It's the same everybody claimin they
Better than the rest (oooh)
Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot
Everybody sell dope - WHO DON'T?
Al around the world
(it's the same old song homie)
Round and round we go (yeah)
Al around the world
(it's just the same old song homie)
Round and round we go (yep)
Yessir uh can we get a moment to reflect
On the music that we distributin
And tryin to eject?
Yep, your sounds ain't goin down (so)
Blame it on downloads but it's
The same old sound everybody is a killer
Man go and tell the truth!
Most of y'all ain't killers 'til
Your ass in the booth
Take a look in the mirror
And be honest with yo'self
You got a guap on records
Off another nigga's wealth truth hurt
Don't it? You think you ain't special enough?
With some people to listen to you
So you makin it tough
At a show you too hard to
Throw your Goddamn hands up while I'm at it
Man pull yo' Goddamn pants up!
In real life in the joint if you sad
You belong to a man and yo' ass is a fag
(ooooh)
I ain't mad at niggas changin the game
Cause the world is lookin at us
Like we all the same, so
My nigga I got you!
I got you, don't worry about it yeah, yeah
Bitch please, get lost, I get big cheese
Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas
Pick a place, any place
I done been through it, pick a state
Any state
And if you ain't geographically inclined
You can get the globe and
You can pick a shape, any shape
Heh, where you from? I could care less
I'm fearless
I'll show you so you will know it's real
Cause once the K's get to
Tearin whole blocks up
Like (blam blam blam) now you from Cloverfield
I just look like this
I do it just to get the kitty cat
I'm bringin niggas that look pretty back
And while I'm at it I'm
Bringin Detroit city back
Holla when you land
I'll take you to where the titties at
(Titties at) You lil' niggas is lame
Put the tobacco back in the blunt
You spittin the same we goin
Go on mayne, Hip-Hop ain't dead homie
I like that dawg that's some real shit
Hehehe, you just thumpin' the
Hell out that bass, ain't ya?
A state of emergency
But you can't really blame the artists
Don't point the finger, y'knowmsayin?
Let's do what we do, let them do what they do
They all sayin the same shit anyway
Let's do what we wanna do
Trick Trick, Royce 5'9"
Done all types of dirt all across the world
And all kind of shows for you boys and girls
(hey)
High schools to shows of nothin but old folks
GD's, blue rags, red rags and
Detroit to LA, B-Ham to Jersey
Atlanta to BK, A-Z to V-A
Now I done seen some strange shit
But all around the world homeboy
It's the same shit
I'll tell you this ain't got a
Gang of crews on these blocks (so what?)
Heard it's a pretty bitch just
Itchin to get knocked (so what?)
Lines of broads at these shows (so what?)
With backstage passes and wantin to be chose
(so what?)
Everybody wanna be better than the next
It's the same everybody claimin they
Better than the rest (oooh)
Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot
Everybody sell dope - WHO DON'T?
Al around the world
(it's the same old song homie)
Round and round we go (yeah)
Al around the world
(it's just the same old song homie)
Round and round we go (yep)
Yessir uh can we get a moment to reflect
On the music that we distributin
And tryin to eject?
Yep, your sounds ain't goin down (so)
Blame it on downloads but it's
The same old sound everybody is a killer
Man go and tell the truth!
Most of y'all ain't killers 'til
Your ass in the booth
Take a look in the mirror
And be honest with yo'self
You got a guap on records
Off another nigga's wealth truth hurt
Don't it? You think you ain't special enough?
With some people to listen to you
So you makin it tough
At a show you too hard to
Throw your Goddamn hands up while I'm at it
Man pull yo' Goddamn pants up!
In real life in the joint if you sad
You belong to a man and yo' ass is a fag
(ooooh)
I ain't mad at niggas changin the game
Cause the world is lookin at us
Like we all the same, so
My nigga I got you!
I got you, don't worry about it yeah, yeah
Bitch please, get lost, I get big cheese
Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas
Pick a place, any place
I done been through it, pick a state
Any state
And if you ain't geographically inclined
You can get the globe and
You can pick a shape, any shape
Heh, where you from? I could care less
I'm fearless
I'll show you so you will know it's real
Cause once the K's get to
Tearin whole blocks up
Like (blam blam blam) now you from Cloverfield
I just look like this
I do it just to get the kitty cat
I'm bringin niggas that look pretty back
And while I'm at it I'm
Bringin Detroit city back
Holla when you land
I'll take you to where the titties at
(Titties at) You lil' niggas is lame
Put the tobacco back in the blunt
You spittin the same we goin
Go on mayne, Hip-Hop ain't dead homie
I like that dawg that's some real shit
Hehehe, you just thumpin' the
Hell out that bass, ain't ya?