Back Again
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I love that shit
That's all I know
Yeah
What up
B. Dawg
One Shot Dillz
You's a motherfucker nigga
One motherfuckin' fam, we get down
D.D
R.O
What up nigga
Let's go
Hey yo
Me and my crew headed to the spot
Got there, park the cars in the parking lot
Hey yo, I'm jacked up, trees in my hand
Talkin' shit with the Smitty, LB's my fam man
Yeah, why not, let's get rolled
Blow the spot, why not, let's get throwed
And if it's the way that we do
You got something to say, well, well me too
Why you actin' like yo, you attacked the mic
Cause I rap don't mean I don't pack a fight
Get it straight, nothin' but rolls
Smoke pot, keep nothin' but hot clothes
They always askin' me
Why you do the damn thing, that's the way it has to be
Hey yo, stay spittin' hot shit, that's all I know
A lot I been through, I'm still into the dough, yo
Yo, come on cousin, let's get 'em
Y'all bagged 'em, six-steps with 'em
Cause I'm not tryin' to hear
We go back to the room, you cockblock a stand man
You know what's happenin'
When I grab the mic, start rappin' and
Hands start clappin' and
Toes tappin' and
The nigga keeps his rap again
Niggas say what's goin' on
Nothin' man, see somethin' wrong
I'm doin' me kid, you heard the song
So far so good, gettin' word and bomb
Hear these corny niggas talkin' shit
Up in the grill, see who I'm walkin' with
Now what, get up in your butt
You and your motherfuckin' team is butt
Hey yo, we do shows, takin' trips
Spend dough, breakin' whips
Shit, let me do the damn thing
B. Dawg brings the flavor, that's what his name bring
Keeps me on my toes, we do shows
Where this goes, basically who knows
Always comes with hot shit to play
It's One Shot Dill, what you got to say
Yo, come on cousin, let's get 'em
Y'all bagged 'em, six-steps with 'em
Cause I'm not tryin' to hear
We go back to the room, you cockblock a stand man
You know what's happenin'
When I grab the mic, start rappin' and
Hands start clappin' and
Toes tappin' and
The nigga keeps his rap again
Hey yo
I pack arenas with my nigga P. Diddy and
Livin' MIA, still rep New York City and
Do this music keep me and Smitty, man
Besides the runs, the guns look pretty man
Hey, it's the fuckin' gang
Bring the flavor back, that's why I fuckin' came
Ain't nothin' changed, I fucks with dames
Merk out in the Range, threw a buck in chains, man
Live and roll so I'm good to go
Wasn't good in school, did what I could to blow
A nigga went hard 'til I got my break
And went harder when I got it, there's a lot to take
Hey yo, can't lose, not part of the plan
Music in demand, once in hand
We bring the house down every time we jam
Y'all niggas keep steppin', y'all ain't reppin' fam man
Yo, come on cousin, let's get 'em
Y'all bagged 'em, six-steps with 'em
Cause I'm not tryin' to hear
We go back to the room, you cockblock a stand man
You know what's happenin'
When I grab the mic, start rappin' and
Hands start clappin' and
Toes tappin' and
The nigga keeps his rap again