Cypress Hill
앨범 : Black Sunday
작사 : Allen Toussaint

What Go Around Come Around, Kid  
 (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 ani't

  happy so worry what's a judge and

  a punk ass jury homeboy Should

  I'm done to go home but ya got caught

  up inside the cyclone If I go home I'll

  get slopped and stoned When I disconnnect

  that fuckin neck bone WATA! Then

  ya get the kick to jaw kid And I

  rip out ya eyelids So you can see The

  head nigger at it killa Commin

  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 ya 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 ya get the high pitched

  humm Make ya understand where I'm

  from The eastside brown kid looks

  around Put's down tump it must

  fall down It's on when ya wanna

  take my pound punk what go around

  come 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 (go around) What

  go around come around, kid (go around) What

  go around come around (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 staic cling it's not thing Make

  ya sing the blues like B.B. King I

  got the roughneck scales To give

  awhile Like a voodoo child Nuthin

  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 though

  the doors You can bring it on if

  ya wanna come get yours But ya betta

  look ova ya shoulda Cuz a loss of

  blood gets the body much colder 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 (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 (time, time for some action) check

  me and I'll check you back check

  me and I'll check you back
*love teto*