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The Return

This one here (The Return), this for my dirty disco dancin', low-down, no good mutha fuckas (the braided-up pimp is back)

The return of the shit-talker

The lyrical explicit content

The original mutha fucker

I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles (damn)

Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records

I live it how I talk it

I bring it how I feel it

This my spot 'cause I done marked it

I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'

Bitch, I stay agressive like it's matin' season

I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong

On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on

You lovin' everything I put out

I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh!

Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey!"

And baby you gon' find out when I hit you with that Raunchy

Don't let me put you in that V-90

You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine

[Hook]

It's my turn! SHIT! It's my time

Watch out there now

You fuckin' with my groove (it's the return)

The braided up pimp is back

It's safe to say I'm old school (way back)

I went from 4-track to the A-DAT

And from A-DAT to the Pro-Tools

Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit

Now what would make you think that I ain't the man

Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it

Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain

Tighter or hype they can't half bang

Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad!"

I still be jammin' off the last one

I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"

He said, "I stole it from my grandson"

Now you know me when I step through

They say, "Son, I got yo record. Ain't you James Brown's nephew" (heeey!)

I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'

I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin (all I'm askin')

All nigga, part-time lover (BANG!)

It's my turn, watch out there mutha fucker

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'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence

I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'

Take that out and leave me on

Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron

So, when they ask you, you can tell it

Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli

They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho

The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them

Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle

Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-Kizzle

I'm just a fashion rap recite (bark)

That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight

This time I'm fuckin' with the Poisonous Dart

Bitches in line waitin' for the party to start

We buyin' rides without leases

'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces

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