Round Here Songtext
von Adam Calhoun

So long, boy, you so gone
You gon′ learn not to fuck with me
(Don't bring it ′round here)
We don't play no games, and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don′t bring it ′round here)

What the fuck wrong with that boy? Get him
I ain't got time to be toyin′ with 'em
When I′m with a shotgun, hit 'em, then he gon′ vote
He gonna know not to fuck with me no more
Can't breathe no more

Throw that bitch in the back of the truck
And we gon' go dump you somewhere
So deep that even we don′t know
We ridin′, you ridin' with us or you gon′ get ran over
When I say we ridin', I ain′t talkin' Range Rover
Lifted-up trucks give a fuck about a boulder
Shotgun in the rack hangin′ right above my shoulder


Poster with your face on it
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face
Fuck your shit up more than braces
Ammo come in by the cases
Have you leanin' like the Matrix
Why you're family settin′ up the wake?
And all they sayin′ is (sayin' is)

So long, boy, you so gone
You gon′ learn not to fuck with me
(Don't bring it ′round here)
We don't play no games, and if you wanna go to war
There ain′t nothing to say
(Don't bring it 'round here)

So long, boy, you so gone
You gon′ learn not to fuck with me
(Don′t bring it 'round here)
We don′t play no games, and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don′t bring it 'round here)

Are you still talkin′ shit, huh?
You won't go away, just like a hiccup
Bitch, I hit you, I promise you won't get up
Get out my hair, don′t bring that shit ′round here, boy, leave it be
Or you gon' see the bottom of a fuckin′ creek, RIP


Yeah, Bubba, bad motherfucker, tires smokin', burnin′ rubber
Dirt and mud we got you covered
Bitch, I put you six feet under
Pistol underneath my seat
I go to war, you go to sleep
And I know that you heard of me
Hell yeah, hell yeah

Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal
I'm in your town and run that shit, yee, yee
Don′t play 'round, I'll lay you down
Should′ve known boy not to fuck with me
Should′ve known better not to throw with 'em
Have you runnin′ back like Jerome Bettis
I'll light you up with that hot lead
Then dump you off in the cold river

I don′t give a fuck, no fear
Crack your head then a cold beer
You ain't known here, don′t go there
Get dumped on a dirt road here
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid
Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
Them headlines, you dead, I'm doing just fine, while the papers sayin′

So long, boy, you so gone
You gon′ learn not to fuck with me
(Don't bring it ′round here)
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
There ain′t nothing to say
(Don't bring it ′round here)

So long, boy, you so gone
You gon' learn not to fuck with me
(Don't bring it ′round here)
We don′t play no games, and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
(Don′t bring it 'round here, ′round here)

(Don't bring it ′round here, 'round here)
(Don't bring it ′round here, ′round here)