(Round & Round) 

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 



Round & Round 

Round & Round 

Round & Round 



Round & Round 

Round & Round 

Round & Round 



[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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