Back Again Lyrics - Singles - Rappin' 4-tay

Get a dose of my brand new twist 

For your tape or compact disc 

Im 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 

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