WE BEEN BACC HERE B4 Songtext
von MC Eiht
WE BEEN BACC HERE B4 Songtext
FOur twenty gas pedal S Class
Classic old school and some slits
Finger tips wet off some zig zag hits
Drop off in the hood mama did the bending
Drive by′s forest lawn where we tryna send em
By the round back then when the ye hit
Parachutes with the hammer too legit
Liquor store runs hoping we could cop
Swear them for his jacket at the bus stop
Spanish homies with the pigeons in the coup sitting
Colt 40 reminiscing policy spittin'
Farmer johns in the skillet smoking up the kitchen
Small portion had a starving finger licking
Family ties and the plot′s thickin'
Reminiscin' back then what a missin′
We been back here before
There′s smoke in the air we smokin' some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
And scream fuck y′all till my voice is sore
We been back here before
There's smoke in the air we smokin′ some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
Yeah let me move it a little bit
Big slip at the center with the loose seat
Rockin' tom had us us loaded trying to ride the beat
Mike T on the two techniques
Still skinny in the back with some freaks
Ain′t rhyming bout the homies and the one times
Now a did snitch drop dimes
up late night trying to dream big
See them dub on the map brought another gig
Stated to state more more bad broads
And West Coast bang so hard
So fresh so clean
Through the neighborhood loc' that ghetto lean
Pushin' that ghetto deal
So I can give a fuck what you tryna sell me
So ridiculous
Tryna bang hard Ludacris
We been back here before
There′s smoke in the air we smoking some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
And scream fuck y′all till my voice is sore
We been back here before
There's smoke in the air we smoking some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
And scream fuck y′all till my voice is sore
Yeah Blue Stamp Official
My Ferhan on the beat
Yeah
And that's official
Classic old school and some slits
Finger tips wet off some zig zag hits
Drop off in the hood mama did the bending
Drive by′s forest lawn where we tryna send em
By the round back then when the ye hit
Parachutes with the hammer too legit
Liquor store runs hoping we could cop
Swear them for his jacket at the bus stop
Spanish homies with the pigeons in the coup sitting
Colt 40 reminiscing policy spittin'
Farmer johns in the skillet smoking up the kitchen
Small portion had a starving finger licking
Family ties and the plot′s thickin'
Reminiscin' back then what a missin′
We been back here before
There′s smoke in the air we smokin' some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
And scream fuck y′all till my voice is sore
We been back here before
There's smoke in the air we smokin′ some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
Yeah let me move it a little bit
Big slip at the center with the loose seat
Rockin' tom had us us loaded trying to ride the beat
Mike T on the two techniques
Still skinny in the back with some freaks
Ain′t rhyming bout the homies and the one times
Now a did snitch drop dimes
up late night trying to dream big
See them dub on the map brought another gig
Stated to state more more bad broads
And West Coast bang so hard
So fresh so clean
Through the neighborhood loc' that ghetto lean
Pushin' that ghetto deal
So I can give a fuck what you tryna sell me
So ridiculous
Tryna bang hard Ludacris
We been back here before
There′s smoke in the air we smoking some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
And scream fuck y′all till my voice is sore
We been back here before
There's smoke in the air we smoking some more
We all get high kick back and then pour
And scream fuck y′all till my voice is sore
Yeah Blue Stamp Official
My Ferhan on the beat
Yeah
And that's official
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