Back In Business
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This sounds like the jackpot [Hook: x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business The times comes and a man's gotta stop running away and face things [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business [Verse 1:] Ugh (ugh) Prepared for the hatred, well my problems off of my patriot Boon up or get tuned up, rubbed off erased stay dedicated and faithful to my camp (what about your camp?) Titanium my love ones and get stamped Stapled, removed, soil tested a block approve Really a good dude, but he can get trued From the school of hubba rocks and lifesavers up in the socks Sprinting and running from the cops The cherry, the sirens, the po-po Penelope one time Alphabet boys the lettuce Confisticated dog trainer attackes the K9 Sheppard In order to do some right you gotta do some wrong Got hella shit going on (what else) The dusty, the dirty, the smirky, uhh I ain't paranoid i'm prepared I ain't nervous When you cooking birdies in the kitchen Can't be slipping like a transmission gotta be on your peas and toes It's hard to make an honest living when your kids ain't got no clothes BITCH! [Hook x2] I'm interested in picking up a few hot dollars [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business [Verse 2:] Play a game like it was meant to be played like the way it supposed to be Money hungry and zany, soil savvy and grainy Hard-headed and mannish me and my Filipinos and Hispanics guamanians and Asians samoans tongans and Caucasians California bears is not no California raisins All of us is fools, all of us is patient Ethiopians, afghanis and Eritreans Africans, Jamaicans and Indians Ugh, Ass animal, we some hood experienced You can tell by the way I carry it that I'm a block barbarian A goon with the spoon, wrist game sick Paid the neighborhood chef to teach a nigga how to whip A nigga how to whip, a fixture how to mix Counter-clockwise twistin it, drop it off delivery Never half step, go for the jumper Get'cha money mane don't be a couch potato hustla [Hook x2] What I don't know I don't trust? [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business [Verse 3:] Ugh Fam you a silent dude your name came up Right you goin live a long time, we just talked you up But what was the subject about was the subject good or was it bad? The subject was about how you made them suckers back up like a Seacrab Got to raise the white flag, too many drinks they had Disrespecting a boss that's how you get fucked off You mean something you somebody you really stand for something They got a big ass "N" on they chest (for what) for nothing You know the homie with the two-tone dreads (what about him) he fucking A couple of niggas brawls, they licked his sweaty balls These hoes nowadays is dogs, giving up them draws Do anything for the cash wash her coochi off with the napkin and take a hooker bath Ain't none of my niggas captians they gotta pay our macking ass We be slummin and we be trappin in the slow lane and the fast Money, hug, fame and kisses Alcohol, weed and bitches mane we back to fuckin' business BITCH! [Hook x2] This sound the jackpot [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business Thanks to sourdiesel@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics
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