I Get Around DC2Trill

[Intro]
(Flea)

[Chorus]
Looking for the drank in your city, nigga, I buy the town
Pool party just like Pac, nigga, I get around
Country boys in LA, nigga, I'm buying pounds
I don't remember that bitch face, nigga, I get around
2K flat for the pint, this boy showing love
Groupie hoes all in my face 'cause I'm going up
Backend came from the show, now I'm pouring up
RPs hugging on my stomach, now I'm throwing up (Dig?)

[Verse 1]
They show the kid mad love when I'm coming around
GPS navigation, bitch, I get around (Phew)
I was bumping Big Moe when I was robbing 'round town
Must've forgot that it was like this, think 'bout robbing 'em now
Keisha sipper, your shit is temporary, you leasing niggas
Big Dipper, in the Wraith, think 'bout spinning niggas
Hazel with me, mud brother, pouring eights with me (Dig?)
Bass kicking, Ferrari car, I'm just racing in it (Gotta dig it)
My time now, I'm cooling now, I'm just pacing with it
Countless bitch, good head, include her braces in it
Trackhawk, we going up, there ain't no braking in it (Dig?)
Grabba leaf, grab that bitch and put an eighthy in it