p**y Track - 'Round Here lyrics

[Verse 1] Wake up to the cash and the kennedy's Staying out the penitentiaries Early memories Of a way back when I was just an up and coming Public Enemy Playing lean back, wheeling your bike I watched n***as leaned back, dealing on the white light My innocent eyes couldn't foresee In about a decade I'll be touching a beat My n***a this is B12 hell Lethal females seashell smell She sells seashell she sells well And if you try to play her, see shells hail Manhunt on the playground They always try to tell my dawgs, "stay down" I guess mentally broke is the wave now Better lay low or just lay down Don't get stuck with the pump man And don't get jumped for your jumpmans Don't work to hard for the c*nt man These the words of Brownsville's front man They be like "Piling clothes, getting high riding low I'm the only God I know, baby you know how that goes" [Chorus] Don't come to my hood if you n***as is not from around here And watch where you walk cause my n***as they will put you down here Don't come to my hood if you n***as is not from around here n***as be losing they lives and they never get found here Don't come to my hood if you n***as is not from around here And watch what you say cause my n***as don't f** with no clowns here Don't come to my hood if you n***as is not from around here You know the whole village is brown, go to the light after you here the sound, BLAOW!! [Verse 2] In a V, inner me, high Just a little weed, little C's, five dollar pie I finna b, Finn and Jake My dawgs get they own dinner plate Right now this sh** dinner steak Pipe down b**h, we in the making Taking everything we desire Fire forming from our bellies Resumes, I'm never hired So a n***a said f** it, f** it, f** it I went up to the crib and got the iron man Then I call these other motherf**ers Obidiah Stoned, high like a f**ing Himalaya Hit a drive-by then I get some halal Then I hit this bittie that I call Nicki Minaj She s**ing that beef like she f**ing five guys She be like I love you babe and I be like bye See, you f**ing with the I.O Clossal god flow, got a pot of gold In the concious, constant Russell I'm on my third hustle, gotta make a deposit nonsense n***a when you hear that tune DUNDIAHAYE Clear that room Unless you really want the static Leave a whole in your chest gotta cabbage patch it They try to thumbtack my tatics As if you ashmatic ba*tards can grasp it Facts is, I hit up B3 make a cla**ic The catastrophe in a graphic tee B-R-O-Dub-N-S-V-I-Double L-E to the I.O.D Creative with the Afro Astro, YFW, f** you if you don't f** with us Trust, I put it down for the ville Never ran, never will And you already know We never love these hoes, whoa! [Chorus x2]