Round N Round lyrics

Artist  : C-block 
Song : Round N Round



 Send "Round N Round" Ringtone to your Cell 

 {Red Dogg}

As I grip the microphone while
you slip, I pick up the pieces. One time the
honey did listen up, as I hit you with the funk
stuff. It's like C-to the blam I hit the
grandslam. Mr.P & I'm saying it loud.

Like
I'm proud, can you see that I'm holdong it down
from the clowns. MC Red in the house without a
doubt, we going to show y'all. Tell y'all Busta's
what it's all about. Cause we coming from the west
& we moving to the east, going to let y'all know
that I can compete as I speak. I'm coming with
the street beat, we rollin deep I'm on Jeep's
while ya creep. Or y'all feet. Is it bumping?
(yeah) Is it bumping? (Yeah)  Is the beat steady
on the one steady thumping? (Yeah) 

Cause
we comin with the underground funky sound. It's
the P. to the OP keepin it round.



{Bridge: Goldie}

Ridin in my Jeep, on the
creep rollin deep. Deeper than the valley below.
Rollin the cash, mashin on the gas. Slippin on
the mask as we blast, Round N Round the world we
go.



{Chorus:Goldie/Misty}

Round N Round N Round, pick yourself up off the
ground. You've gotta be down if you really wanna
ride with me. Round N Round N Round, what goes
up, it must dome down. You gotta roll low if you
really wanna stroll with me.



{Mr.P}

Raise them up, raise them up. Now
bogy bang with my funk. It's the click
Cell-Block, I do what other nigga's don't.
Straight Pim to the Pin, I done blasted once
before & I'm a blast the again. Hip Hop will
never stop, I let's it fly like a kike, keep my
toung laced tight. When it comes to the game so
call me nike, tennis shoes, don't snooze. I bring
the news, like the paperboy I'm out there
collecting my dues. Pimp mentality, it's planty
wild in me. I handle big with the homie.
P.O.P-Pittsburgh P. Profilin C-Block stylin actin
wildy. I spits my shit way the fuck out there like
an island. Is it funky? (Yeah) Is it funky? (Yeah)
Is the beat steady rockin like a junky? (Yeah)
Relax your mind & let your concrons be free. Mr.P
& Red Cell Block G



{Bridge}/{Chorus}



{Misty}

Funky G.

Mashin on the gas slipping now &
then. As we blast Round N round. Roll of alone,
uhuh. Mashin on the gas slipping now & then. As
we blast Round N round. Funky G. Heee-eey. You
gotta be down, you gotta be, you gotta be down.
Yeah, hey, heey. Roll of alone. Ridin in my Jeep
on the creep. Rollin deep & deep. Roll on Roll
on.



{Bridge}/{Chorus}