On The Road Again Lyrics - After Taxes - Sheek Louch

Psh, let me try this machine one more time man 

Put one more coin in this shit right here lemme see, let's go 

{*slot machine sound simulated by a synth keyboard*} 

Ohh! Yo I hit? We rich my niggaz! We rich! Ha ha! 

Koch, whattup? No more lookin back now nigga 

It is what it is bitch, I'm ready 

(Chorus: Sheek Louch) 

For the road again - I got my money, my passport 

My gun is loaded, nigga I'm ready 

For the road again - I got my weed, a couple niggaz 

Some liquor, the new Madden, I'm ready 

For the road again - I'm in your town puttin it down 

Bankheadin and all that, I'm ready 

For the road again - I'm goin back out my niggaz 

All aboard bitches, OWW! 

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(Sheek Louch) 

Hey yo, my momma struggled for me, poppa juggled for me 

My niggaz huddled for me, they said you gotta let 'em off 

Let him do his thing (let him do his thing) 

Y'all ain't tryin to work with him, let him spread his wings 

Let him go out in the world, see a couple things (Sheek Louch) 

See what's workin for him, see who chirpin for him 

For what shows and what label is lurkin for him (D-Block!) 

I got it bitin ma, I've been writin ma (been writin ma) 

I've cut down on drinkin but I've been lightened ma 

You've gotta see my stage show, I'm excitin ma 

Your boy nice (I'm nice) - dropped my album, did around 400 

I expected double, I guess they didn't want it 

Niggaz stayin blunted, walk with me zit 

We can pop it in and you ain't gotta touch shit 

Anyway; back to the drawin board 

I'm independent now, whoever with me all aboard 

Photos 

Hold on son - hey yo Foolz rewind that back my nigga 

I think I forgot, I gotta tell 'em a lil' more shit 

That happened between me and shit 

Aight that's far enough let's go 

Hey yo, anyway, Kadar about to leave (ha ha) 

P comin home, Ruff Ryders lil' seed (yeah) 

'Kiss asked "Why," how kids gotta die 

to Mr. George Bush and his sales hit the sky (let's go my nigga) 

Ja reached out with this "New York" idea (New Yorrrrrrk) 

'Kiss from the hood so he was like hell yeah (I got you son) 

50 gettin mad, came out with "Piggy Bank" 

That was probably the best song he had 

We had to shit on him (uh-huh), Game quit on him (yeah) 

Now we got it locked like we sicked the pit on him (it's ours nigga) 

We're takin meetings, but we don't wanna go major 

Cause we know how these artists takin beatings 

Plus I seen how these down South niggaz do it 

Eight dollars? Shit, I could get used to it 

Look at Lil' Jon, nigga got his own fluid (Get Crunk) 

Ying Yang and them, they can show you how to do it 

Now I'm gettin crunk with Koch and them 

All these new niggaz spittin? I'm watchin them 

I got a thousand songs like 'Pac and them 

And niggaz prayin for me like Ak and them (yeah) 

My son is born, I'm back alive 

I caught a DWI tryin to drink and drive (damn) 

I'm huggin the bottle, I'm hittin the throttle 

Got a beat tape playin tryin to think some bars 

Like weed I just put 'em in my mental jars 

'Til I get up in the booth and space out like Mars (oh!) 

I'm ready for it (uh-huh) I already saw it 

A lot of shit about to change, niggaz can't ignore it 

(Chorus) 

For the road again