So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f*ck with me
Don't bring it around here
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
Don't bring it around here
What the f*ck wrong with that boy, get him
I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go
He gonna know not to f*ck with me no more
Can't breathe no more
Throw that bitch in the back of the truck
And we gonna go dump you somewhere so deep that even we
don't know
We ridin', you ridin' with us or you gon' get ran over
When I say we ridin' I ain't talkin' Range Rover
Lifted up trucks give a f*ck about a boulder
Shotgun in the rack hangin' right above my shoulder
Poster with your face on it
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face
f*ck your sh*t up more than braces
Ammo come in by the cases
Have you leanin' like the Matrix
Why you're family settin' up the wake and all they sayin' is (sayin' is)
So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f*ck with me
Don't bring it around here
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
Don't bring it around here
So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f*ck with me
Don't bring it around here
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
Don't bring it around here
Are you still talkin' sh*t, huh
You won't go away, just like a hiccup
Bitch I hit you I promise you won't get up
Get out my hair, don't bring that sh*t around here, boy, leave it be
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a f*ckin' creek, RIP
Yea, Bubba, bad motherf*cker tires smoking burnin' rubber
Dirt and mud we got you covered
Bitch I put you six feet under
Pistol underneath my seat
I go to war, you go to sleep
And I know that you heard of me
Hell yea, hell yea
Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal
I'm in your town and run that sh*t, yee yee
Don't play around, I'll lay you down
Should've known boy not to f*ck with me
Should've know better not to throw with 'em
Have you runnin' back like Jerome Bettis
I'll light you up with that hot lead
Then dump you off in the cold river
I don't give a f*ck, no fear
Crack your head then a cold beer
You ain't known here, don't go there
Get dumped on a dirt road here
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid
Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
Them headlines, you dead
I'm doing just fine, while the papers say
So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f*ck with me
Don't bring it around here
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
Don't bring it around here
So long, boy you so gone
You gonna learn not to f*ck with me
Don't bring it around here
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
There ain't nothing to say
Don't bring it around here
The lyrics in Adam Calhoun's song "Round Here" convey a strong message of warning to anyone who messes with him or his crew. He is not one to mess around and will not hesitate to take violent action against those who challenge him. The chorus of the song repeats the message "Don't bring it around here" and warns that there will be consequences for anyone who does not heed this warning. The use of violent, graphic language throughout the song emphasizes the seriousness of this message.
The verse, "When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go, He gonna know not to f*ck with me no more" shows that violence is a necessary means to make his point. He has no tolerance for anyone who disrespects him or threatens him in any way. He is not afraid to use his weapons and to dispose of those who cross him. The use of words like "dump you somewhere so deep that even we don't know" creates a chilling image of the consequences of crossing Adam Calhoun.
In summary, the song "Round Here" by Adam Calhoun is a warning to anyone who may consider disrespecting or challenging him. The song uses threatening language and imagery to emphasize that he is not to be trifled with.
So long, boy you so gone
You messed up and now it's time to leave
You gonna learn not to f*ck with me
You'll regret ever crossing me
Don't bring it around here
Stay away, I don't want any trouble
We don't play no games and if you wanna go to war
We take things seriously, so think twice before starting something
There ain't nothing to say
Actions speak louder than words, so if it comes to it, be ready for a fight
What the f*ck wrong with that boy, get him
That guy is asking for it, take care of him
I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em
I'm not here to play around, let's get serious
When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go
One hit from my shotgun, and he'll realize his mistake
He gonna know not to f*ck with me no more
After this, he won't dare to mess with me again
Can't breathe no more
The punishment will be severe
Throw that bitch in the back of the truck
Let's get rid of him and his problems
And we gonna go dump you somewhere so deep that even we don't know
I don't want any traces of him, let's dispose of him in a place where nobody will find him
We ridin', you ridin' with us or you gon' get ran over
We're not waiting for anyone, if you're not with us, you're against us
When I say we ridin' I ain't talkin' Range Rover
We're not talking luxury vehicles, we're talking about getting down to business
Lifted up trucks give a f*ck about a boulder
My truck can handle anything, even big obstacles
Shotgun in the rack hangin' right above my shoulder
I'm prepared for anything, my shotgun is within reach
Poster with your face on it
I want everyone to know who they're dealing with
Face it, these bullets hit you in the face
I'm not playing games, I'm serious about protecting myself
f*ck your sh*t up more than braces
My bullets will do more damage than orthodontic appliances
Ammo come in by the cases
I'm well stocked and prepared for anything
Have you leanin' like the Matrix
My aim is so good, I'll have you dodging bullets like Neo
Why you're family settin' up the wake and all they sayin' is (sayin' is)
Your loved ones will be mourning, and all they can say is that you messed with the wrong person
Are you still talkin' sh*t, huh
Are you still trying to provoke me
You won't go away, just like a hiccup
You won't give up, like an annoying hiccup
Bitch I hit you I promise you won't get up
After one hit from me, you won't be able to get back up
Get out my hair, don't bring that sh*t around here, boy, leave it be
I don't have time for your drama, stay away from me
Or you're gonna see the bottom of a f*ckin' creek, RIP
If you don't heed my warning, you'll end up dead and at the bottom of a creek
Yea, Bubba, bad motherf*cker tires smoking burnin' rubber
I'm in control here, and I'm not afraid to show it
Dirt and mud we got you covered
Whatever the terrain, I'm ready for it
Pistol underneath my seat
I'm ready for anything, my gun is within reach
I go to war, you go to sleep
I'm not afraid to fight for what I believe in
And I know that you heard of me
My reputation precedes me
Hell yea, hell yea
I'm not messing around
Th-th-that boy A-Cal with a 50 cal
I'm serious about protecting myself, and I have the means to do it
I'm in your town and run that sh*t, yee yee
I'm the one in charge now
Don't play around, I'll lay you down
I'm not afraid to use my weapons if necessary
Should've known boy not to f*ck with me
You should have known better than to mess with me
Should've know better not to throw with 'em
You shouldn't associate with people who are asking for trouble
Have you runnin' back like Jerome Bettis
After I'm done with you, you'll be running away like a scared football player
I'll light you up with that hot lead
I'll use my gun to take you down
Then dump you off in the cold river
I'll dispose of you in a place where nobody will find you
I don't give a f*ck, no fear
I'm not afraid of anything, and I don't care about the consequences
Crack your head then a cold beer
After I'm done with you, I'll relax with a cold beer
You ain't known here, don't go there
You're not welcome here, so stay away
Get dumped on a dirt road here
If you mess with me, I'll leave you stranded on a dirt road
Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid
I'm prepared for anything, and I have the means to handle it
Bought lots of bullets, put you front page
If you cross me, you'll end up dead and in the news
Them headlines, you dead
The news will be reporting on your demise
I'm doing just fine, while the papers say
I'll be doing just fine, even if the news is reporting on my actions
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Written by: LARRY JEROME COMBS, UNKNOWN WRITER
