Ras Ka** - Round Here lyrics

Ras Ka** – Round Here (feat. Planet Asia , XO {Scipio} ) [Verse 1: XO {Scipio}] Round here is really gangsta, n***as stay banged up And only go to the club looking to snatch your chain up And shoot at rival gangs just to get their aim up n***as is marks who claim one set and change up Round here really every color flag will get you clap Red, blue, orange, purple, gray, brown or black And these crooked a** ones will pop you And say you pulled your phone too fast Is the reason they shot you Round here is big dope and I can't lie How to witness a n***a grandmother get high Down here we put Lacs and Chevys on thangs And paracoat the sportsters the same color as the frame Round here them Eses is deep too Go ahead, get caught in the wrong hood cause them n***as 'll heatt you And don't think you about to set up shop and make ends Cause round here the streets take orders from the pen O.G.s sip 40 OZ of OE Catch a n***a from the blind side and that's a dope fiend Ain't a whole lot of talking, we make n***as believers And hate snitches so Nas we ain't f**ing with Cobe either Round here everybody on your block got a ???? Hood rat b**hes hide n***as gats in their purse Dodger fitteds and pro clubs that's the business West coast culture khakis and cla**ic K-swisses Round here [Verse 2: Planet Asia] La familia, mob affiliates, try me Wrist rocky, my garage ????? I be About that bizz rap for that making house Spit it until I'm caking out all about that paper route Line per line n***as is weak and can't pronounce I'm busting your head just to see what you thinkin' 'bout Who the f** want stress with a n***a like me Never should you even press upper k**ers like he I'm M16, I'm GCM, I'm with that team And you can never cheat those men I'm a n***a that'll beat yo' chin Like if I was chinese, that'll be my name: Be Cho Chin You gettin' skinny figures, eatin' Denny dinners Not gettin' any bigger f**in' with them trendy n***as Even old timers give me respect Cause I'm a mother f**in' west side Fresno vet So n***a what now, I don't give a f** now You gon' make me grab the gat and lay your a** the f** down sh** gets real, c**aine whip a pound [Ras Ka**] Yes Gold chain chip us down [Ras Ka**] Yes This is how we get ?? [Verse 3: Ras Ka**] I'm a do or die, ride or die west coast sider Die, come back reborn like the Ghost Rider My whole cranium on fire from the round under West side super max thunder Those b**h n***as get put on punk status Little wild n***as smoke dips and dump ??? I'm on some sh** like, million dollar dream type n***a All about my cream type n***a But ???? got the work out Cause n***as keep jackin' ???? in the bird house, green light n***a I make you mouthpiece so ??? like Angelina Jolie When I release you lose teeth like Big Squig n***a please, sh** in your stone washed jeans Get stabbed in the mouth, need a tube just to feed I used to be Hennessy shooter straight out the gla** ‘Till uncle Chuckie got me 3 with half B-dogs in the street say they beat me on PB My crip n***as C-Walk to my CD Still I call a b**h my Fifi Exchange fluids with the music and give a track of VD No man is sicker lock ??? You ain't a rider you're the valet parkin' the regal And the b**h you got across your arm, homie I call that chicken foster forms, n***a