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Here We Go
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Here We Go was released on September 16, 2008 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album Crack
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AlbumCrack
Release DateSeptember 16, 2008
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Vocals
Mike D.
Mike D.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z-Ro
Z-Ro
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
We 'bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in Cali for the PTs
We get money while you **** still asleep
And a three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking OZs
Block to bleed, ****to feed
If I drop 'em on twelve comin' back twenty-one
It's eighty sippers out the book, I move 'em one by one
See my hands is fat, my cook game raw
I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffee mug jar
And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
Move it all around 'til they cook it air tight
Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
It's Boss Hogg Kyleon, miggity Mike D might be
Bleeds the block 'cause I am the streets, ****
[Verse 2]
Here we go
Kyleon and the king of the ghetto
****, we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it, and come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us, bitch, you won't run up no more
'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the flo', flo', flo'
[Verse 3]
I know y'all rappers can't stand
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
I am also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail
Ain't  got no time to waste 'cause the rap game is damn near dead
Kyleon and the king of the ghetto came to raise rap from it's death bed
Every song they play on the radio is bullshit homie
Them **** got they blow up, but we got that good shit homie
Matter fact you might even overdose
'Cause I've been known to cause blood clots
I should have been known to be a killa
But a bitch **** I never was not
[Verse 4]
I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake
They don't make 'em like me no more
My kind don't break under pressure
It's death before dishonor, ****
So that means before I rat like Mickey Mouse
I'll be another job for the grave digger
I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors
If I'm locked up in the penitentiary I can't make no paper
So the last time I went was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a five-by-six cell a little big brick home, that's where I sleep in
[Verse 5]
Sip in we go
Kyleon and the king of the ghetto
****, we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it, and come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us, bitch, you won't run up no more
'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the flo', flo', flo'
[Verse 6]
Now every time I ride, I got a pistol at my side
Screwed up click until it's over on the South Side
I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
Ain't got no time to play I'm on a 24-hour grind
Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game
They hate it 'cause when they see me I'm having thangs
Dig these blues, if you jack me I'm jacking you back
24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap
See I'm some like a playa, some like those pimp
Gangsta strut on when I I limp like this
Is re-turn of the rap slash the hood fella
Lookin' for a rap to get a groove back like Stella
Still got a sack of that A-1 good yellow with a baby Glock
Ready to rock up out fellas
Hit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang change
Yeah, ****, I'm still the drunk man and I
[Verse 7]
Here we go
Kyleon and the king of the ghetto
****, we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it, and come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us, bitch, you wont run up no more
'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the flo', flo', flo'
Written by: Z-Ro
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