CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Round Here
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
What the f**k wrong with that boy, get him
I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go
He gonna know not to f**k with me, no more
Can't breathe, no more
Throw that b*t*h in the back of the truck
And we gonna go dump you somewhere
So deep that even we don't know
We ridin', you ridin' with us, or you gon' get ran over
When I say we ridin', I ain't talkin' Range Rover
Lifted up trucks, give a f**k about a boulder
Shotgun in the rack, hangin' right above my shoulder
Poster, with your face on it
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face
F**k your sh*t up, more than braces
Ammo come in by the cases
Have you leanin' like the Matrix
Why you're family settin' up the wake, and all they sayin' is? (sayin' is?)
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
Are you still talkin' sh*t, huh?
You won't go away, just like a hiccup
B*t*h, I hit you, I promise, you won't get up
Get out my hair, don't bring that sh*t around here, boy, leave it be
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a f**kin' creek, R-I-P
Yea, Bubba, bad motherf**ker, tires smokin', burnin' rubber
Dirt and mud, we got you covered
B*t*h, I put you six feet under
Pistol underneath my seat
I go to war, you go to sleep
And I know that you heard of me
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Th-th-that boy A-Cal, with a 50 cal
I'm in your town, and run that sh*t, yeh-yeh
Don't play around, I'll lay you down
Should've known, boy, not to f**k with me
Should've know better, not to throw with 'em
Have you runnin' back, like Jerome Bettis
I'll light you up with that hot lead
Then dump you off, in the cold river
I don't give a f**k, no fear
Crack your head, then a cold beer
You ain't known here, don't go there
Get dumped on a dirt road, here
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid
Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
Them headlines, you dead
I'm doin' just fine, while the papers sayin'
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
What the f**k wrong with that boy, get him
I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go
He gonna know not to f**k with me, no more
Can't breathe, no more
Throw that b*t*h in the back of the truck
And we gonna go dump you somewhere
So deep that even we don't know
We ridin', you ridin' with us, or you gon' get ran over
When I say we ridin', I ain't talkin' Range Rover
Lifted up trucks, give a f**k about a boulder
Shotgun in the rack, hangin' right above my shoulder
Poster, with your face on it
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face
F**k your sh*t up, more than braces
Ammo come in by the cases
Have you leanin' like the Matrix
Why you're family settin' up the wake, and all they sayin' is? (sayin' is?)
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
Are you still talkin' sh*t, huh?
You won't go away, just like a hiccup
B*t*h, I hit you, I promise, you won't get up
Get out my hair, don't bring that sh*t around here, boy, leave it be
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a f**kin' creek, R-I-P
Yea, Bubba, bad motherf**ker, tires smokin', burnin' rubber
Dirt and mud, we got you covered
B*t*h, I put you six feet under
Pistol underneath my seat
I go to war, you go to sleep
And I know that you heard of me
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Th-th-that boy A-Cal, with a 50 cal
I'm in your town, and run that sh*t, yeh-yeh
Don't play around, I'll lay you down
Should've known, boy, not to f**k with me
Should've know better, not to throw with 'em
Have you runnin' back, like Jerome Bettis
I'll light you up with that hot lead
Then dump you off, in the cold river
I don't give a f**k, no fear
Crack your head, then a cold beer
You ain't known here, don't go there
Get dumped on a dirt road, here
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid
Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
Them headlines, you dead
I'm doin' just fine, while the papers sayin'
So long, boy, you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f**k with me
(Don't bring it around here)
We don't play no games
And if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don't bring it around here)
