​The Twinz - Round and Round lyrics

(Round & Round) Twinz got the sound that go round & round (Round & Round) Twinz got the sound that go round & round (Round & Round) Twinz got the sound that go round & round Round & Round Round & Round Round & Round Round & Round Round & Round Round & Round [Tripp Locc] 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 sh** the underground MTV, the Box, BET it's still hits 24-7 eastsidein' it, G ridin We slidin, bomb to the fullest, f** hidin' it You know what's up wit' me the dollar bill and my steel I play for keeps, that's on the real [Wayniac] Now get the gla** and the yak and take a step back And try to figure out this n***a 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 Chorus [Tripp Locc] 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 [Wayniac] You could tell I was a hustla from the start Which meant the Locc and me could never ever see a mark Cuz sippin-a** n***as wear them pumps to get fed b**hes 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 k**in 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 Chorus [Tripp Locc] 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 n***a 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 n***as that ain't from the LBC Chorus (2.5X)