Текст песни Back Again - Rappin' 4-Tay
Get
a
dose
of
my
brand
new
twist
For
your
tape
or
compact
disc
I?
m
no
man
when
I′m
off
the
indo
With
a
proper
tempo
and
an
instrumental
I
get
so
sick
my
homies
know
this
So,
kick
on
back
because
a
player
wrote
this
Type
a
rap
you
know
the
beat
is
phat
And
when
I
leave
the
party
homies
said
you
did
that
It's
a
bay
thing
an
everyday
thing
You
do
your
thing
and
I′ll
do
my
thing
I
take
the
mic
I
like
to
rip
it
up
And
if
you
call
my
bluff
I'm
like
nigga
what?
I
am
the
rapper,
4-Tay
Don't
crowd
me
fool
because
your
in
my
way
I
gotta
run
you
over,
hit
the
gas
Buck
in
the
next
lane
on
that
ass
I
bet
you
never
thought
I
had
the
capability
It′s
ninety-foe
and
I
know
that
you
feel
me
Fools
are
comin
way
too
ill-iac
But
a
gang
a
the
fools
is
comin
way
too
whack
I′m
a
drop
another
one
for
ninety
five
But
it's
ninety-foe
4-Tay
has
arrived
Fresh
out
the
lab
a
little
dab
Hit
the
sucka
with
a
right
then
a
jab
Callin′
the
kayo
misscomayayo
Then
you
gotta
problem
with
a
fool
outta
Frisco
Now
I'm
off
a
that
dank
and
gin
Oh
shit
4-Tay
is
back
again
Now
I′m
off
a
that
dank
and
gin
(Foe
baby
where
you
been)
Oh
shit
4-Tay
is
back
again
In
the
studio
clockin'
ends
Now
I′m
off
a
that
dank
and
gin
(Foe
baby
where
you
been)
Oh
shit
4-Tay
is
back
again
In
the
studio
clockin'
ends
Somebody
hold
me
hold
me,
I'm
getting
hyper
A
secretary
couldn′t
fade
me
on
a
typewriter
All
these
concepts
and
new
arrivals
For
ninety-foe
I′m
dropping
fourteen
titles
Walk
with
this,
ride
with
this,
slide
with
this
Still
guaranteed
to
move
yo
hips
So
do
what
cha
wanna
girls
get
sassy
Oh
get
to
talkin'
bout
ooh
that′s
nasty
What's
nasty
the
way
you
dancin′
Shakein'
you
pants
and
niggas
be
glancin′
Don't
blame
it
on
the
Rag
Top
mob
Your
just
doin'
your
thing
I′m
doin′
my
job
To
a
faster
pace
I
lace
the
beat
nicely
Once
again
friends
it's
so
spicy
Finger
lickin′,
never
getting
caught
up
no
mo
Suckas
wanna
see
me
stretched
out
on
death
row
Instead
of
rockin'
every
crowd
that
I
run
into
But
they
can′t
fade
me
and
sure
can't
fade
you
From
Frisco
to
Oaktown
dank
is
smokin′
Vallejo
to
San
Jo
niggas
choking
I'm
a
do
my
part
don't
fight
the
feelin′
Oh
shit
4-Tay
is
back
again
Now
I′m
off
a
that
dank
and
gin
(Foe
baby
where
you
been)
Oh
shit
4-Tay
is
back
again
In
the
studio
clockin'
ends
Now
I′m
off
a
that
dank
and
gin
(Foe
baby
where
you
been)
Oh
shit
4-Tay
is
back
again
In
the
studio
clockin'
ends
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