Yes, running heavy Back like 8 track, woo We always step to the stress with much finesse Flip first to the sweatin', you're my second guess We double
I like the old Yo - so - I'm about to go way back To when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 track Bumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-Kays
here go a slug that'll crack ya hip I'm like an angel, but at an angle And then I start to talk like Marlon Brando, like that Blow back in my crocka
Not A Stranger Heya (Heya) ? Avalanche With Tv's Hotter Than A ? Round,Thick Chevy Man So I Gotta Switch Back Fall Back Back Into This Track Like
block, Ruck, Rock, black-on-block Rover Like "Hate to say I told you so, but nigga, I told ya" I'm the beast, a Savage like the Macho Man Niggaz take your cheese like
will be added and withdrawn through the song] Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up) Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up) Bob Marley spliff back
on my team (yea) I stick her up like a gun in her spleen My name is lil wayne and I'm a micro fiend [Chorus] Uh, back back on my one two Now watch me snap like
leave your mouth [MF Doom] Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an' 'em He eat rappers like part of
Expansion Team", "X.O." chips, cashin 'em I'm not fashionable but I am international I called it like I see it on stage like Supernatural Honies keep flirtin like
u do it? would do ya time like martha stwert? would bust a nine would ya go back would ya put ya life on the line with me hit the dough track? (dough track
ya brain on ya passenger side of ya Rove (Rover) Ya'll niggaz ain't gangsta til ya'll ridin and Fed's tail ya Hit a chick once and she runnin back like
on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line
me traffickin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point 'em out like
trafficin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell 'em line up While I sit behind team, point 'em out like
with Dap and we don't shine we gleem The Group Home team is tight like old slacks Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back You get caught up in my track
Asis and Slangtongue with their pattern of rhymin' Kick back to back freestyles that took out Puck and the Shaman The Outs tore it down like they're doin
em Told jokers, New Jeru comin through Slide your silly ass over, fall like October When we roll like soldiers, you couldn't handle the weight That's like
muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice [Ali] D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo
