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    "Back To The Roots" Lyrics


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    [Hook: 50 cal z]

    Yea so its back to the roots
    Gonna kickoff our boots
    Lay low and shoot some hoops
    You a chicken in its coup
    Now your our target and we about to shoot

    [Verse 1: 50 cal z]
    Looks like its ben laden and saddam/
    Back to drop a bomb on a new song
    Al Capone/ dropping another one
    With Jon Gotti
    Riding in a F-50 Ferrari
    Back to the recording booth
    It's time to record a new track/ with who?
    You better not ask that question
    C'mon man pay attention
    To what we say/
    Don't just sing along to the chorus everyday/
    The reunion has finally arrived/
    Back again 2 partners of crime/
    Bout to rape the game/
    Double penetration/
    Inside you everyway/don't even try to test me/
    Cause im all stressed out/ from hearin people whine and pout
    About how/ rap just ain't the same then change it cause that's what we are doin
    Just don't complain
    When we reach the top of the game
    Cause were gonna bang
    Your daughters and not change their maiden name
    Cause its Mr. "magic" Juan and Snoop Dogg
    Back again to change the tide/
    Fuckin growin as we rhyme/
    When I move my hand there is knife in place/
    Movin up and down like I'mma ejaculate
    But really im stabbing your face
    Till ya look more fucked up than Amy Winehouse
    Save this rhyme dont let it go out
    This is only the first verse do you like the taste
    Now let e straight blow up this place

    [Verse 2: E straight]
    Back to my roots, yea its al Capone
    You better pick up cuz I'm on the phone
    Gunna like me so much, u gunna want me playin this song
    Yea blast those speakers at your home
    If you don't believe me well then it's on
    I'mma mob you, haha get it cuz I'm a mobster
    Yea it's wat I do, make me mad well then I'mma monster
    Yea I'mma march on her
    Weezy f baby and the f is for stupid
    Cuz thts wat I is, nobody actually like my shiz
    Awh tht made me sad
    Like awh, I'm z and my lips so big I cud be Angelina jolies dad
    Don't be afraid jus be my lad
    Yea be my best buddy, or I'll ask lord give me a sign like dmx
    The only time I sin is when I have sex
    Yea cracka I'm on one, or I might be high
    It cud be the second one, yea I'm tht kinda guy
    Yea when I'm rappin I move my hand like wax on wax off
    Girl how you single, the way u make me mingle make me seem soft
    But I get hard like seein you is enough to get me off
    Ha you think you #1 like the hoff
    Well NBS bout to take the crown

    [Hook: E Straight]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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