What Go Around Come Around, Kid

Come on, come on (Time for some action)

Yeah, yeah (Time, time, time for some action)

Come on, come on (Time, time, time for some action)

Yeah, yeah (Time, time, time for some action)

Come on, come on

Drunk ass fool, just a punk ass, gonna cause trouble

Now let me burst that bubble in a hurry

I ain't happy, so worry

What's a judge and a punk ass jury, homeboy?

Should've known to go home

But you got caught up inside the cyclone

If I go home I'll get slopped and stoned

When I disconnect that fuckin' neck bone

Wa-ta

Then ya get the kick to jaw, kid

And I rip out your eyelids

So you can see the hectic erratic

Killa comin' when I bring on the static

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around

Shit, I get real shit, yo, shit, can ya feel it?

Carbon copy, come steal it

The gat, I conceal it under my jacket

Oh, where, oh where do ya think I pack it?

Under my belt when the cards get dealt to all the players

And though the punk ass fakers just come

And ya get the high pitched hum

Make ya understand where I'm from

The Eastside brown kid looks around

What stands up, it must fall down

It's on, when you wanna take my pound, punk

What go around come around

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around

(Time, time, time for some action)

(Check me and I'll check you back)

(Time, time, time for some action)

(Check me and I'll check you back)

When I come with the static cling, it's no thing

Make ya sing the blues like B.B. King

I got the roughneck scales to give awhile

Like a voodoo child, nothin' but style

Take it, but you can see the black Glock clickin'

Point my gat at the punk ass victim

Step up or you can step back through the doors

You can bring it on if ya wanna come and get yours

But ya betta look over your shoulder

'Cause a loss of blood gets the body much colder

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around (Go around)

What go around come around, kid (Go around)

What go around come around

(Time, time, time, time for some action)

(Check me and I'll check you back)

(Time, time, time, time for some action)

(Check me and I'll check you back)

(Time, time, time, time for some action)

(Check me and I'll check you back)

(Time, time, time, time for some action)

(Check me and I'll check you back)