Twinz got the sound that go round & round
 (Round & Round)
 Twinz got the sound that go round & round
 (Round & Round)
 Twinz got the sound that go round & round

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 [Tripp Locc]
 Wayniac (What's up?), I think we oughta check it
 for a second straight record for them fools disrespectin
 (Disrespect what?) the flow.
 And being the Tripp Locc, I just can't take it no more
 (so?), let me televise my shit the underground
 MTV, the Box, BET it's still hits
 24-7 eastsidein' it, G ridin
 we slidin, bomb to the fullest, fuck hidin' it.
 You know what's up wit' me the dollar bill and my steal,
 I play for keeps, that's on the real

 [Wayniac]
 Now get the glass and the yak and take a step back
 and try to figure out this nigga Wayniac, the maniac
 when it comes to a track
 it's like this, or should I say it's like that (like that)
 I got that knack to make the beats smack
 from my nine-millimeter microphone Mack
 10-9-8-wait-B-e-a-c-h, city is the place to be
 with my brother Tripp Locc and the G funk family.

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 [Tripp Locc]
 We just doin' our thang, straight up, it's fixin' to hit the fan
 serious like that cuz some ain't goin understand
 Anticipation got'em all on the sack
 all my time that I gotta spin up that track
 Money got me motivated, word up to my moms
 nine-four set it up so now it's time for the bomb
 to get dropped, non-stop on my way to the T-O-P
 servin' conversation, as if it were some cavi

 [Wayniac]
 You could tell I was a hustla from the start
 which meant the Locc and me could never ever see a mark
 cuz sippin-ass niggas wear them pumps to get fed
 bitches steady gankin' while they puffin' up your head
 Since I'm the Loc they come and show we just chillin
 peepin out my whole click I'm wit make a killin
 you know me I'm the one that will always make'em pay
 but for now I'ma slide and listen to the women as they say

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 [Tripp Locc]
 Catch a grip young Tripp, that's what they told me
 I gotta thank god for all my true homies
 you molded me, into a true G
 that's how I put it down (That's right) with Tripnology
 and dissocology from G to G
 helps a nigga like me see clearly
 I'm tellin' you the truth with proof
 it's like a pimp tryin to pimp some hoes with no coupe
 (you know how that go) Stoop down (Down)
 and listen to the look alike, dynamite, trump tight twins
 from the P-A-C,
 Poly Apartments for them niggas that ain't from the LBC.

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