Here We Go Lyrics - Singles - Hurricane Chris

[only Z-Ros verse and chorus are correct] 

[Hurricane Chriss intro (Z-Ro):] 

Never backed down (never backed down) 

Never backed down to a man or a creature (that's right!) 

(Rother Vandross, King Of The Ghetto) 

I said I would never back down to a man or a creature (Hurricane...) 

(Fuck you and the nigga you love the most, nigga) 

Rap-A-Lot Mafia (let's go!) 

[Hurricane Chriss verse:] 

Who you ever been from around here 

Home boy, I kick the syphilitic top to make noise 

Better know we're going hard! 

So don't come on me cause I'm ready 

My 44 nothing but spaghetti 

Nigga talking like he wanted, but he don't 

And I know, he a hoe, we could take it toe to toe 

Blow that blow! I had your people .. 

Now I ain't that cold unless it's snowing 

Man, I'm straight honest, see the pro 

But it's the 

A pretty niggas in the place, 

They ain't nothing less, ain't nothing more 

Listen shit you can rap to 

But if you're real and you know 

I told my dad I always gonna be a gangster when I was 

frozed 

Standing in my yard trying to call my uncle.. 

Now I'm bowling and ain't never coming back 

Bro, remember when we used to sneak.. through the back 

door and be quiet 

Now we sell them, hit the flow and get live 

Cause you all know how to drive, 

Pay attention to the sign 

Plus on the.. decide it's a hell of fat, 

Yellow bone with some brown eyes, want me to go deep 

inside 

Realize, still drive like what the hell is a chauffeur 

But at that party in the Maybach, my chick .on you 

dopers 

I'm on my way back from Spain, so let's just say that 

I'm not loco 

A young CEO, I'm a mother fucking mole 

You, you, you I got some microwave like a toaster 

Never seen money? Come and let me show you! 

Let me show you: 

[Z-Ros chorus:] 

Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go 

(Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, her we go 

(We gonna show you niggas how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(We gonna show you niggas how real feel) 

[Z-Ros verse:] 

Look, who that wanna do that like run up 

On a nigga thatll bust and make the crowd move back 

Nigga, this here's original clique and I'll whoop 

A bitch nigga till my knuckles is blue black 

Your pants too goddamn tight to fight 

I need my ?????? to sag, homie 

You can't move unless that nigga say 

You can get his dick out your ass, homie 

Ya fellas be lotion shopping 

Me I'm coming out with my holster popping 

I can't relax around a hoe ass and 

A half-ass nigga I'm supposed to drop them 

I don't fuck with rap niggas 

Rap niggas be touching on rap niggas 

Id rather stack figures and leave 

A cereal bowl size hole in a head of a rap nigga 

They speak when they're told to 

Fuck is up when theyre told to 

Whatever their boss may tell them to do 

That's just what they gon do 

How the fuck can I respect you 

When you don't even own you 

They can try this shit with me 

And smithereens is what they get blown to 

Ya niggas can't kill me, homie 

But even if ya'll kill me, homie 

The CD keep spinning, I'm a 

Keep on winning til whole world gon feel me, homie 

Man, God ain't never met a man 

I'mma run away from 

Either one at a time, or all in a line, 

I promise I'm ready whenever they come, I dont play none 

[Chorus:] 

Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go 

(Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(We gonna show you niggas how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(Mother fuckers don't know how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(We gonna show you niggas how real feel) 

[Hurricane Chriss 2nd verse:] 

I'm back in this bitch, I break your back if you flinch 

I make so much money cause I drop nothing but classical 

hits 

Yeah, I'll be dreaming, as a matter of fact, ain't no 

rapper 

But you think you could all imagine .. what closed to 

them, 

We need to handle this shit! 

Got.. coming out of my show with a and the clapping, 

and let it speak 

And the whole let us all, when I grab like a phone 

That a nigga so cold, when I'm on a song, with a nigga 

trying to rub a hole in your shit 

Got a top on for the.. I'll be rolling the beat 

Everything coming out.. fire, just listen the 

This ain't the swag, swag, swag, this will make me bust 

your ass shit 

Rapping ass niggas acting like they're on some fake 

shit 

Game over, I got them on my body beg list 

I heard you was bad, but words mean 

No key in.. counting cash with my head.. 

Come from to make you back seat 

Conformation down, made them to a 

Chorus: 

Here we go, we go, go, here we go, we go, go 

(Motherfuckers don't know how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(We gonna show you niggas how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(Mother fuckers don't know how real feel) 

Here we go we go, go, here we go, we go, go, here we go 

(We gonna show you niggas how real feel)