"What Go Around Come Around, Kid" lyrics

Come on, come on (time for some action)
Yeah, yeah (time, time, time for some action)
Come on, come on (time, time, time for some action)
Yeah, yeah (time, time, time for some action)
Come on, come on

Drunk ass fool, just a punk ass
Gonna cause trouble
Now 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 ya 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 ya get the kick to jaw kid
And I rip out ya eyelids
So you can see the hectic erratic
Killer comin' when I bring 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 gat 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 hum
Make ya understand where I'm from
The Eastside brown kid looks around
What stands up 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 I 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, nothing but style
Take it, but you can see the black Glock clickin'
Put my gat at the punk ass victim
Step up or you can step back through the doors
You can bring it on if ya wanna come an' get yours
But ya better look over your shoulder
'Cause 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