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'Ca$$o_Back To Basics
[Verse 1]
Y'all should bow down and kiss the ring cause I said so... Stone Cold
Hol' up , the money callin'. Everything on hold
Snow flow , icy , make the devil house go cold
I'll babysit the money , stack it all until it grow old
Whoa-Whoah! Never drop the ball , hustle for the team , baby , it's an own goal
I'm a shooting star , funny how I shoot for the stars , I cock , blow!
Break yo' hunny heart , I skeet , go! Waddup hoe?
Married to the music , got me head over heels
I get into her pants , bangin' , fuck up all'o the sheets
Scriptin' all these rhymes , I'm spittin' 'til my head overheats
And get high off that 808 , nigga that's that Ganja Beats
I fall off? it's a cold day in hell
Kick doors down , walk through , on God , I prevail
Y'all know exactly who be showin' up when rappers all hail
Err'body get the smoke and its not from the dope I inhale
To her guts , I push in , like when you rockin' flip-flops
You lookin' from the outside , yup , you like window shops
I leave her well-handled , yeah just like a door knob
I fuck her from 9 to 5 , hommie , don't quit your day job
The beast has grown in me more
To your career , we mourn
I left the comfort zone , it's nothin' I call home anymore
Don't play with hoes anymore
I snatch 'em from their men , it's nothin' they'll go home in the morn'
So hop on - and join these other bitches ridin' my wave
When we trap and they get too comfy , tell these bitches behave
I'm off the hook , but I'm feelin' enslaved
To being broke and upcoming , I'm starved for the game
But never mind that , nigga , bring the weed out
That fakin' shiit outdated , y'all gonn' have to bring the skill out
It's real out
Tell 'em get their vest , the banana clips is peeled out
Ain't got no hook for this one so imma let it chill out
And chill out...
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