Around Here (Remix)

[Intro: Manny]
Ayy, you don't have to bring the trouble out here

[Verse 1: POETIK]
Don't it feel good when you take a toll? Catch it through the wind
Breezin' like that Parisian smoke, got me on a different note
Holler when you see me, I ain't snobby like the rest
You know that they'll pour it out, time to chase the sunset
East 99 cassette bangin' in my tape deck
Bottle of Ta'ulas, I be ridin' with the crew
Serve a dime a massage in the back of my garage
Mister Nasty Time as I let my phone charge
Light it to the herb, say word, I got that skunk
Let it burn and vibe out to the hamofied funk
Get up and let your head knock
And don't forget to check your problems at the mailbox
Matter fact, bring a box if you start [?]
Break out the celly, maybe holler at a dime or two
And yet they cruisin' from the West to the Southside, do it like this
Pimpin' like [?], little hug, big kiss-kiss

[Chorus: Manny]
We've had our year, yeah
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here
Don't act a fool, yeah
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here

[Verse 2: POETIK]
It's a mighty fine day, sun shinin' to the hood
Chillin' with my fan [?], yes indeed, I'm feelin' good
Head bangin' like it's whiplash
Ba-da-ba-bottle of that 'iskey
We could get friendly, girl, if you let me
Here, luva-luva, 'cause it's hot, let it ride though
Put one in the air, never let my high low
Play a little Common, let 'em know that I'm a dreamer
Let 'em know that I'm a drinker, lots of [?]
Smokin' out the pack though, I got what you asked for
Help me clear the table, bag up, it's time to slap bones
Chill, it's the weekend, time to feel the breeze
Pinky fingernail blunt, cuttin' like I'm sugar-free
What's good, uce? I ain't see you in a minute
Tryna call you, tryna kick it; my brother, how you livin'?
What's new in the hood? What's goin' down with the homies?
Ayy, check this out—got that twenty dollars you owe me?

[Interlude: POETIK, Cole Parker & Storme]
("What twenty dollars?"
"Eh, that twenty dollars from last Tuesday."
"Nah, [?]")
One, yo, what's good, man?
Yo, one time, uh huh

[Verse 3: Storme]
One, here comes the two to the thrizzy
Come, step to the group, it gets busy
Rock a microphone like a life-or-death situation
The love we have for this shit is so amazin', uh
Move to the trouble, bounce to the bass, leh
My levels blend in and I'ma rock this place
[?], [?] still chillin', kill at will
'Till we feelin' villain for real when I enter the buil-ding
That's why I tryna remind you to side and step the mic, uce and [?] let [?] suicidal
Just try to believe in yourself, not the hype, fool
'Cause I do, cookin' flows colder like Ice Cube
Nice [?] way before I started high school
See, I'm cool, I don't ever wanna be like you
The type to stick to the script like glue
And when I kick it, get more ticks than Nike shoes, hey

[Chorus: Manny]
We've had our year, yeah
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here
Don't act a fool, yeah
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here
We've had our year, yeah
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here
Don't act a fool, yeah
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here

[Outro: Manny]
Ow
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here (you don't have to, you don't have to, baby)
Ayy, and you don't have to bring the trouble out here (bring the trouble out here, uh)
Ow