Twinz, Nanci Fletcher - Round and Round lyrics
[Twinz, Nanci Fletcher - Round and Round lyrics]
Twinz got the sound that go round & round
Twinz got the sound that go round & round
Twinz got the sound that go round & round
Round & Round round & Round
Round & Round round & Round
Round & Round round & Round
Wayniac (What's up?) , I think we oughta check it
For a second straight record
For them fools disrespectin
(Disrespect what?) the flow
And being the Tripp Locc
I just can't take it no more (so?)
Let me televise my shit the underground
MTV, the Box, BET it's still hit's
24-7 eastsidein' it, G ridin
We slidin, bomb to the fullest
Fuck hidin' it
You know what's up wit' me the
Dollar bill and my steel
I play for keeps, that's on the real
Now get the glass and the yak
And take a step back
And try to figure out this nigga Wayniac
The maniac when it comes to a track
It's like this
Or should I say it's like that (like that)
I got that knack to make the beats smack
From my nine-millimeter microphone Mack
10-9-8-wait-B-e-a-c-h, city is the
Place to be with my brother Tripp Locc and
The G funk family
We just doin' our thang, straight up
It's fixin' to hit the fan
Serious like that cuz some
Ain't goin understand
Anticipation got'em all on the sack
All my time that I gotta spin up that track
Money got me motivated, word up to my moms
Nine-four set it up so now
It's time for the bomb to get dropped
Non-stop on my way to the T-O-P
Servin' conversation, as if it were some cavi
You could tell I was a hustla from the start
Which meant the Locc and me could
Never ever see a mark
Cuz sippin-ass niggas wear them
Pumps to get fed
Bitches steady gankin' while they
Puffin' up your head
Since I'm the Loc they come
And show we just chillin
Peepin out my whole click I'm
Wit make a killin you know me I'm the one
That will always make'em pay
But for now I'mma slide and listen
To the women as they say
Catch a grip young Tripp
That's what they told me
I gotta thank god for all my true homies
You molded me, into a true G
That's how I put it down
(That's right) with Tripnology
And dissocology from G to G
Helps a nigga like me see clearly
I'm tellin' you the truth with proof
It's like a pimp tryin to pimp
Some hoes with no coupe
(you know how that go) Stoop down (Down)
And listen to the look alike, dynamite
Trump tight twins from the P-A-C
Poly Apartments for them niggas that
Ain't from the LBC
Twinz got the sound that go round & round
Twinz got the sound that go round & round
Round & Round round & Round
Round & Round round & Round
Round & Round round & Round
Wayniac (What's up?) , I think we oughta check it
For a second straight record
For them fools disrespectin
(Disrespect what?) the flow
And being the Tripp Locc
I just can't take it no more (so?)
Let me televise my shit the underground
MTV, the Box, BET it's still hit's
24-7 eastsidein' it, G ridin
We slidin, bomb to the fullest
Fuck hidin' it
You know what's up wit' me the
Dollar bill and my steel
I play for keeps, that's on the real
Now get the glass and the yak
And take a step back
And try to figure out this nigga Wayniac
The maniac when it comes to a track
It's like this
Or should I say it's like that (like that)
I got that knack to make the beats smack
From my nine-millimeter microphone Mack
10-9-8-wait-B-e-a-c-h, city is the
Place to be with my brother Tripp Locc and
The G funk family
We just doin' our thang, straight up
It's fixin' to hit the fan
Serious like that cuz some
Ain't goin understand
Anticipation got'em all on the sack
All my time that I gotta spin up that track
Money got me motivated, word up to my moms
Nine-four set it up so now
It's time for the bomb to get dropped
Non-stop on my way to the T-O-P
Servin' conversation, as if it were some cavi
You could tell I was a hustla from the start
Which meant the Locc and me could
Never ever see a mark
Cuz sippin-ass niggas wear them
Pumps to get fed
Bitches steady gankin' while they
Puffin' up your head
Since I'm the Loc they come
And show we just chillin
Peepin out my whole click I'm
Wit make a killin you know me I'm the one
That will always make'em pay
But for now I'mma slide and listen
To the women as they say
Catch a grip young Tripp
That's what they told me
I gotta thank god for all my true homies
You molded me, into a true G
That's how I put it down
(That's right) with Tripnology
And dissocology from G to G
Helps a nigga like me see clearly
I'm tellin' you the truth with proof
It's like a pimp tryin to pimp
Some hoes with no coupe
(you know how that go) Stoop down (Down)
And listen to the look alike, dynamite
Trump tight twins from the P-A-C
Poly Apartments for them niggas that
Ain't from the LBC