Rappin' 4 Tay - Back Again Lyrics

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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

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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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