Cypress Hill What Go Around Come Around Kid lyrics

Come on, come on
(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 ain't happy so worry
What's a judge and a punk ass jury homeboy?

Should I'm done to go home but you got caught up inside the cyclone
If I go home I'll get slopped and stoned
When I disconnect that fuckin' neck bone
Wata!

Then you get the kick to the jaw kid
And I rip out you eyelids
So you can see the head nigger at it
Killa comin' 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 you 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 you get the high pitched hum
Make you understand where I'm from

The Eastside brown kid looks around
Put's down tump it must fall down
It's on when you 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 static cling it's no thing
Make ya sing the blues like B.B. King
I got the roughneck scales to give awhile
Like a voodoo child nothin' 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
Through the doors

You can bring it on
If ya wanna come get yours
But ya better look over 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 for some action)
Check me and I'll check you back
(Time for some action)
Check me and I'll check you back
(Time for some action)
Check me and I'll check you back
Check, check
Check me and I'll check you back
Check, check
Check me and I'll check you back