Game Round

[Chorus]<br>Ever since we came round in 84 alotta shit done came down<br>Alotta shit done changed now, lotta niggas game round<br>Lotta niggas hang now, lotta niggas bang now<br>You startin to get the fame now?<br><br>[Verse One]<br>I just want the change now but how this sposed to change now?<br>Been fuckin em up on the block but a deck ain`t even some change now<br>So it ain`t so strange now, they poppin at my Range now<br>I just want some grains out nigga check my strangs out<br>Metalbrook, Moonlight, Marcus where we hang out<br>Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out<br>I`m markin niggas banged out<br>Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin gang now<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>My niggas go the same route, we been peeped this game out<br>Hoodstas Rich Roll! I`m 4-7 Banged out<br>They loccin shit we ain`t about the Locust Crip we came out<br>Crip talkin and walkin and my blue strings hang out<br>Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out<br>Niggas peep my strangs out so I pull my thangs out<br>(Nigga let me do my thang now) tell these fools the name now<br>Notorious Dulow mutha fuckin Gang, clown<br><br>[Chorus 2x]<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Ever since these fag niggas came around the game been fucked and watered down<br>L-O-C-O when I`m platinum now, ya`ll mutha fuckas gettin slaughtered now<br>You`re platinum do I feel ya now, hell naw cuzz, nigga bout to kill ya now<br>Y`all niggas ain`t never gon be shit, but the house on the West Coast is <br>still the sound<br>Fuck that nigga get back feel my rounds<br>Hit bitch, hit licks here kiss the ground<br>When ya see a nigga killa bout to hit the ground<br>Ya mutha fuckas know how my spittin sounds<br>Get rich, get flipped nigga this is Crip, anybody test that get pistolwhipped<br>That`s me and I`m still gonna down em<br>And set ya like fuck the world mutha fucka this is Crip<br>Get chips, get rich wit this nigga we come around nigga hit with this<br>Nigga so jealous he done went and slit his wrist<br>cuz y`all niggas ain`t doin shit wit this<br>See Bullet Loc and get even bitch, it might even be deceivin bitch<br>And bullshit we ain`t beleivin bitch<br>when shit get thick y`all leave it quick<br>Get out the game you got the same sound<br>still gettin beats from the same clown<br>Don`t look now niggas puttin it down<br>You`ve been shakin in ya boots since we came around<br>Nigga let me do my thang now (Tell these fools the name now)<br>Notorious DuLow mutha fuckin Gang, clown<br><br>[Chorus 2x]<br><br>[Verse Four]<br>Now think about it logically and see how it`s soundin odd to me<br>This niggas a fuckin poodle and I`m hearin he`s talkin bout plot to me<br>Niggas talkin bout boxin me, better be talkin bout poppin me<br>Choppin me, glockin me, finally fuckin stoppin me<br>Now that`s some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy<br>Meant to be so it`s got to be, niggas hard well not to me<br>Heard how I rock a beat click click and pop my heat<br>Droppin G`s, poppin keys 2001 still poppin peas<br><br>[Verse Five]<br>Nigga ain`t no stoppin me so listen to my prophecy<br>Did time to pop em see in the penitentary<br>Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly<br>None niggas feelin me, none niggas killin me<br>We goin on a killin spree nigga check your history<br>Hoodstas ain`t no mystery, never ball your fist at me<br>Bring supreme to twist wit me, niggas slit they wrist for me<br>This bitch blew a kiss at me now his ass is history<br><br>[Chorus 2x]