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Around Here feat. Jozzy

Snoop Dogg, DJ Drama
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I sold my soul to the devil today 'Round here, they told me I had to help a year Thought it would help me in some kind of way Oh, you thought that was somethin'? But now I'm all fucked up Watch what come next I said I'm all fucked up DJ Drama 'Round here, if we see opps, that's how we do 'em (Brr, gah) I ain't scared 'cause you know I keep some shooters (Bah, bah) 'Round here, she ain't your bitch if she be choosin' (Phew) A nigga took a lot of losses, but got through 'em (Damn) Drug dealer drops, I'm whippin' the pot (Skrrt, skrrt) Niggas talkin' on computers, y'all makin' it hot (Pussy) 'Cause 'round here, whatever happen, we don't see it, nigga (Shut up) I step out, now I see the kids wanna be us (Splash, splash, splash) Yeah, huh, no, bitch, we locked in, got too many options (What? What?) She the trendin' topic, but she want her backend Fuck with imposters, you cannot fit my roster (No cap) Money by the pound, tell me, how is they gon' stop us? (Let's go) I sold my soul to the devil today Thought it would help me in some kind of way But now I'm all fucked up I said I'm all fucked up (Gangsta Grillz) 'Round here, if we see opps, that's how we do 'em (Know what's up) I ain't scared 'cause you know I keep some shooters (Hot, hot) 'Round here, she ain't your bitch if she be choosin' (Hot, hot) A nigga took a lot of losses, but Got through 'em (Know what's up, hot) Drug dealer drops, I'm whippin' the pot (Hot) Niggas talkin' on computers, y'all makin' it hot (Shut up) 'Cause 'round here, whatever happen We don't see it, nigga (We don't see it) I step out, now I see the kids wanna be us (Know what's up) That's crazy, the kids wanna be me And I used to be like, "I wanna be like somebody" Now they wanna be like me, ooh-wee (Gangsta Grillz) Gangbangin', gettin' money, yeah, I set the trend (Trend) When I got out, I knew I never would go back again I had to separate all the boys from the men Instead of steppin', steady rappin', twenty, Crippin', gettin' it in It was '88, I'm in the crackhouse, cookin' dope (What?) I'm a junior in high school, I can't be lookin' broke So I took the coke and I cooked the coke And I shipped the coke and I sold it (Yeah) Grabbed the pack and I grabbed the strap Now a nigga locked and loaded (Loaded) What's next to do? I'm next to you And I have got the best from you (You) Stay in control, sell your soul, what's best for you? Jefe or esclavo, perro or gato Todo or nada, plomo o plata (Phew, Gangsta Grillz) I sold my soul to the devil today Thought it would help me in some kind of way But now I'm all fucked up I said I'm all fucked up Now (Dramatic), let me explain somethin' I'ma be honest, I'm a very humble guy But when I get on these tapes, it's time to show how legendary I am I got more classics than them And I won more awards than them And I made more superstars than them And my talk game can't be touched Hahahaha This too easy, feel like I'm cheatin' Gangsta Grillz back in season How it look?