Reign of Terror - Playin Round lyrics

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Reign of Terror - Playin Round lyrics

Reign of Terror in your area [Hook: Bruce Li] Always in the game we never play No we don't play, we don't play around f** it I'm playing round sh**'s real but I'm only playing round (x2) [Verse 1: Ryan Kelly] Cause I - told my mom I had to get the f** out And I - tucked the stuff under my dick and rebound -Ed, to the days watching Ed n Eddy Curry kicking back, turning chickens n' the veggies Now I'm back home lighting bowls in a rove Spit like Hov, J-E I'm the damn pope Laying back blowing green holy huacemole White smoke, blowing O, I'm a G, By the OZ Sneaking windows, from the age of thirteen Just to spin it back on the damn 360 I pa**ed up on the life, getting f**ed up every night Chilling f**ing high cause I'm shy RK, some say, some call me k**ah Kicking lines from my room in the f**ing cellar To pay for a big home and the Benz with the chrome No loans, silver gold like I'm chilling in the North Pole In the Yukon till I get a b**h blowing me cause she think I'm Mac Miller Millions, of fans to fund my billions Who listen to me even if they don't dig the medium k**ing thugs, while I'm sh**ting on a beat A belly full of tums, tunes bumping in the back seat Can't see me, at least you'll see me Chilling many days k**ing time in a G3 k**ing it like Wayne in the days of the "Threepeat" The new wave out with the old laying D-3, R2 First place talkin first person like Doom Writing verses since my days swerving as a youth Seeing through, weak rhymes I'm in the booth cussing lines and busting nines I bust it back round like the wheels on the bus Shining bright the stray diamond in the damn rough [Hook] [Bridge: Bruce Li] I don't really care bout what you say Or what you don't say f** it you can say it loud Even if you say it loud Don't matter you don't make a sound (x2) [Verse 2: Bruce Li] I go harder than the rest of 'em You're hardly interesting I got bars that's why my reception excellent Raise bars, I'm flexing You're lethargic resting Just started already one of the best of 'em Pull up at parties ain't even on the guest list But since I'm charming darling show me where the entrance is Getting festive, garlands round my neck Bacardi? No, Atari cartridge instead The Charles to Gnarls Barkley balling like crazy Rocking like Bambaataa in the eighties We spitting on the daily Ain't sh** that you gonna do that's going to amaze me Can you blame me when I'm amazing But you thinking you're the best as far as you know Well listen to my sh** and tell me something more factual I'll have you know I'm rapping so immaculate I'll lap you on the track you know I'm fast you slow your sh** is f**ing laughable Slice and dice the track explode irrational as McEnroe I'll rap until my gaskets blow and the f**ing casket close Reign of terror in your area bringing the f**ing ruckus Dropping the hammer nobody can touch us And I carved my new verse with a switchblade Heads turn every which way, looking out for the mixtape Yeah I said I carved my new verse with a switchblade Heads turn every which way, looking out for the mixtape Reign of Terror