YG - All Around The World lyrics

–Hook:– Gotta do somethin’ for the g**ners Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’ Gotta do somethin’ for the players All my bad b**hes dippin’ down La Brea Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur All my n***as down south stackin paper All around the world Hoods around the world All around the world Hoods around the world –Verse 1: Jay 305– Crenshaw king, lil’ homie set trip Dip it down west, and made a right on they position My big cousin Dulo, he was always with the Crippin’ My rellie on one, he was always with the whoopin’ Dippin’ down Slauson, and im bumpin’ Gucci Mane Head icy fresh, got V’s’s in my chain Diamonds so bitter like they dazzlin’ the brain Gotta keep it ghetto, for forever, never change I’m everywhere like LA hood strikeups on Instagram Hit shoppers shoppin’, got at least a couple grams Gulf cannot give melove, n***a, stop playin’ Jay 305 more LA than the rams –Hook: Jay 305– Gotta do somethin’ for the g**ners Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’ Gotta do somethin’ for the players All my bad b**hes dippin’ down La Brea Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur All my n***as down south stackin paper All around the world Hoods around the world All around the world Hoods around the world –Verse 2: YG– Yeah, yeah, four hunnid! Gotta do somethin’ for the Damus Gotta do somethin’ for the Kiways Gotta do somethin’ for my n***as in the pit, tire Changin’ shoes for the three-ways Can’t forget the eses, where you from? Throw it up Bang the wrong hood, get f**ed up, oh Still set trippin’, still ridin’ with the snippin’ They be like, “Why he do it?” Man, that n***a worth a million Man, that n***a got children Man, he hang with the villains Yeah, yeah, so what? Baby Don, that’s a real one I’m a Tree Top n***a, I’m a Tree Top n***a Got rich, and I ain’t left the hood n***a, I’m a real one If you ain’t with this g**nin’ sh**, I don’t feel ya Don’t holler at me, holler at, sike, I can’t hear yea Talk bad ’bout the hood, but I love it The block need love too, so the YG’s hug it, uh –Hook: Jay 305– Gotta do somethin’ for the g**ners Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’ Gotta do somethin’ for the players All my bad b**hes dippin’ down La Brea Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur All my n***as down south stackin paper All around the world Hoods around the world All around the world Hoods around the world –Verse 3: Jay 305– Im ’bout to give you game, lil’ homie, pay attention If you out here bangin’, never leave without your pistol You can’t sell dope and do dope, rappers ain’t gon’ tell ya Can’t love a b**h and be a pimp, I ain’t a rapper, I’m a felon He ran off on the plug, now the n***a AWOL Don’t listen to these n***as, man, these n***as only talk We don’t f** with the Sherm, it’ll leave you dancin’ in the rain Do up a lil’ sign, do-do up a lil’ sign Don’t even trust your mama if the b**h is doin’ ‘caine Even if she get your sack, you still gon’ have to pay So do it ‘fore I, do-do it or I’ma –Hook: Jay 305– Gotta do somethin’ for the g**ners Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’ Gotta do somethin’ for the players All my bad b**hes dippin’ down La Brea Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur All my n***as down south stackin paper All around the world Hoods around the world All around the world Hoods around the world