Bring It Back (feat. E-40, Mod Sun & Chris Webby)

I'm season about the green like a caper Woke girly like induced labor Hit it like a taper high on dro African hyena, caviar gold My eyes are slow I'm off of that liquor You can tell I'm a thug Look at my cracked screen nigga On my get dro My Samsung, my iPhone, my Track-phone They say he the man But I can't stand Men with long fingernails, when they shake my hand They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard Like its sharp fingernails longer than my broad I had a broad named Ramona Lived in Clearlake but moved to Capitola I never fucked her, I promise that's on my dead homie 'Bout her money, she love me, do anything for me, huh The DJ freeze and bring it back Back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back The DJ freeze and bring it back It's that east coast capo Main to "El Paso" been around the world Like latitude across a map bro, is that so? Bitch, you don't wanna see me in rap mode I'm Ivan Drago, murder mics in front of packed shows And smashed flows Yo, my life is like a movie or a Woodstock documentary the way I keeps it groovy Rude, lewd, and amusing more raw than a Plate of sushi in the kitchen, when I'm cooking up They call me Ratatouille, yours truly I've been on tours, smoking the best and And every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest I've been stoned ever since Got some brain cells missing but I never let that shit interfere with ambition It's Christian, back on my mission I'm spitting with lyrics written wrapped up Like a mummified ancient Egyptian I'm hieroglyphically scripting my knowledge, passionate wisdom Yelling fuck the system, 'till they go and lock me up in prison I am a doper and I'm only partially trying I'm masterful debater, winning any argument I'm in You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum A supervillain, handling business to pay tuition And the school of hard knocks talk little but always listen With a button down on like a young Peter Griffin Let me get 'em The DJ freeze and bring it back Back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back The DJ freeze and bring it back First, I take it to the top and then I bring it back Hit the road and make a lot and then I bring it back Brought it right back to my block, yeah I bring it back When the DJ hit stop (yeah, what you do?) Bring it back no question that I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit Start a riot, you should try it Do you ever feel like flying? You say that you at the top but I'm still diamond Started a line and then I get better over time The only thing on my mind is the pressure to make a diamond And I'll be damned if I ever let 'em steal my shot You cannot kill my vibe, you cannot break my stride You cannot live this life unless you walk that line My line like what you find They say forever we kind I say it every time, inside of every rhyme That if you wanna go and get it, its a hell of a Ride low in the city with the top down Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now Ride low in my city with the top down Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now Make it like, ooh my son yeah, hide now My flow does not stop now Got bars man for lockdown They all want to talk now Yeah, my phone ring a lot now Just let there be rock now The DJ freeze and bring it (Back-back-back-back-back-back-back) Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back The DJ freeze and bring it back