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Cypress Hill
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What Go Around Come Around Kid
Lyricist:Louis M. Freeze, Larry E. Muggerud, Senen Reyes, Allen Toussaint
Come on, come on (Time for some action) Yeah, yeah (Time for some action) Come on, come on (Time for some action) Yeah, yeah (Time for some action) Come on, come on
Drunk ass fool just a punk ass gonna cause trouble Yeah 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 I'm done 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 Wata!
Then you get the kick to the jaw kid And I rip out you eyelids So you can see the head nigger at it Killa comin' when I break 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 gatt I conceal it under my jacket Oh where, oh where do you 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 you get the high pitched hum Make you understand where I'm from
The Eastside brown kid looks around Put's down tump it must fall down It's on when you wanna take my pound Punk, what go around come around
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(Time, time for some action) Check me and I'll check you back (Time, time for some action) Check me and I'll check you back
When they 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 gatt at the punk ass victims Step up or you can step back Through the doors
You can bring it on If ya wanna come get yours But ya better look over ya shoulda 'Cuz a loss of blood gets the body much colder
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(Time for some action) Check me and I'll check you back (Time for some action) Check me and I'll check you back (Time for some action) Check me and I'll check you back Check, check Check me and I'll check you back Check, check Check me and I'll check you back
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