Snoop Dogg, DJ Drama and Seddy Hendrinx - Around Here

I sold my soul to the devil today (Around here they tell me I had a hell of a year)
Thought it would help me in some kind of way (Oh, you thought that was somethin')
But now I'm all fucked up (watch what come next)
I said I'm all fucked up (DJ Drama)

Around here, if we see opps, this how we do 'em (brrr)
I ain't scared, 'cause you know I keep some shooters (bop bop)
Around here, she ain't your bitch if she be choosin'
A nigga took a lot of losses, but got through 'em
Drug dealer drops, I'm whippin' the pot
Niggas talking on computers, y'all makin' it hot
'Cause 'round here, whatever happened, we don't see it, nigga (bitch shut up)
I step out, now I see the kids wanna be us
Yeah, no bitch, we locked in, got too many options
She the trending topic, but she want her bag, bitch
Fuck with imposters, you can not fit my roster (can't)
Money by the pound, tell me how it's they gon' stop us (let's go)

I sold my soul to the devil today
Thought it would help me in some kind of way
But now I'm all fucked up
I said I'm all fucked up (Gangsta Grillz)

Around here, if we see opps, this how we do 'em
I ain't scared, 'cause you know I keep some shooters
Around here, she ain't your bitch if she be choosin'
A nigga took a lot of losses, but got through 'em
Drug dealer drops, I'm whippin' the pot
Niggas talking on computers, y'all makin' it hot
'Cause 'round here, whatever happened, we don't see it, nigga
I step out, now I see the kids wanna be us
That's crazy that kids want to be me
And I used to be like, I want to be like somebody
Now they want to be like me, ooh-wee
Gangsta Grillz

Gang bangin', gettin' money, yeah, I set the trend
When I got out, I knew I never would go back again (back again)
I had to separate all the boys from the men
Steady steppin', steady rappin' twenty crippin', gettin' it in
It was '88, I'm in the crack house, cookin' dope
I'm a junior in high school, I can't be lookin' broke
So I took the coke, and I cooked the coke
And I shook the coke, and I sold it
Grabbed the pack and I grabbed the strap
Now a nigga locked and loaded (loaded)
What's next to do, I'm next to you
And I have got the best from you
Stay in control, saellyour soul, what's best for you
Jefe, sclavo, perro, gato
Gangsta Grillz

I sold my soul to the devil today
Thought it would help me in some kind of way
But now I'm all fucked up
I said I'm all fucked up

Now, let me explain somethin'
I'mma be honest, I'm a very humble guy
When I get on these tapes, it's time to show how legendary I am
I got more classics than them
And I done won more awards than them
And I made more superstars than them
And my talk game can't be touched
Hahaha
This too easy, feel like I'm cheatin'
Gangsta Grillz back in season
Now look

Written by:
Calvin Jr. Broadus

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