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    Текст песни Rappin 4 Tay - Back Again

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    Слова песни:
    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
    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

    Chorus: 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
    (x2)

    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 oooooh 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

    Chorus (x2)
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