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Voluum Anomali P - Aroun' My Way lyrics
Verse 1 (How yuh do shit?) I do it two ways There is the right way and there is my way Aroun’ my way, niggaz don’t play Order a fresh hot pizza and we don’t pay We tell the neighbors this guy is gay And go eat the box like everything is OK Daytime we eat corn bread and Kool-Aid Rice and Peas on Sunday; strictly home made Clothes we wear; fashion brand made Weed we smoke, strictly high grade Around my way we jack so many cars Tires, Rims, Stereo’s and Battery Charge We looking at life behind bars So if we get caught, that shit ain’t ours We looking at life behind bars So if we get caught, “I don’t know that shit” Chorus: Snitches round my way, dead man walking Strangers round my way, dead man walking Come around my way, see things and start talking My way got ways to make you stop walking Rep * 2 Verse 2 We only know Santa Claus with the Ho Ho Ho’s Jumping out cakes and taking off clothes Around my way ho’s love Jerry Springer Show “Bring him out lets meet Joe” My nigga Chin was an entrepreneur Make his own shit, own his own store Ginseng, stone and a whole lot more Increase yuh dick, mek yuh hard like door Cause if a girl give yuh punash And you fail the mash She laugh and tell her friends she you a waste trash You can’t afford to have that kind o’ talk on the block Especially if your cats should hear back An informer, inform to the cops Let Mr. Chin illegal shop get lock Put in the back seat and roll off the block It’s a good thing I like to buy in big wack Now da muscles in the backs seize up Now da blood in the brain seize up Now da vein in da dick squeeze up That motha snitcher, my way done fuck him up Chorus: Snitches round my way, dead man walking Strangers round my way, dead man walking Come around my way, see things and start talking My way got ways to make you stop walking Rep * 2 Verse 3 Niggaz “round my way, just sit on the corner Talking to each other and smoking marijuana When a chick passing by, they be like “Come here Nickisha, raise your skirt, mek mi put mi anaconda!” But if an outsider do it; Oh shit The nigga would piss and taste his own shit You can take me out my way But not my ways out of me I still dress flash and I still act cocky Never had money, but I still got ladies If a nigga wanna rob, he better get lucky I may look nice but I am not nice I make you scratch your head like you got lice When you come around my way think twice Cause my way…… shit Chorus: Snitches round my way, dead man walking Strangers round my way, dead man walking Come around my way, see things and start talking My way got ways to make you stop walking Rep * 3 |
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