Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) [X2]
You know I had to do it, uh..
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Check it, check it out.. [X2]
(Bring it, bring it back)
Check it, check it..
Soon as I step in the spot, you gotta move,
Hotter than a sauna room in June, do not assume
That I aint the truth, if you do, you aint gotta clue,
Actin’ rude, get handled like bing-bada-boom, (Uh)
You laughin’ like its funny, the truth is I’m not amused,
And me hearin’ a lot of boos is not approved,
Music nowadays is stupid, sick of the auto-tune,
Instead of effects, a mute button is what they oughta use,
I’d take respect over the money if I gotta choose,
But why should I stop winnin’ if I aint gotta lose?
Poppin’ off homie, I will dun-data you,
I’m from the block where we rockin’ Jays, no prada shoes,
Unless they knock-offs from the connect,
Meanin’ they fake, but we aint rich, so what you expect?
sh** , gettin’ fresh to me means rockin’ some new jeans,
With some new shoes, a fitted cap, and a plain tee to match
And that’s it, we don’t rock designer clothes,
Unless we been savin’ up enough money to do so,
You know, I’m on the grind ‘til my kicks fly like judo,
Pushin’ ‘em out the circle with pockets fatter than a sumo,
Been doin’ this for 6 years, still tryna earn my kudos, yo
I’m ‘bout to reverse the game like I’m playin’ uno,
And I just skipped your turn ‘cause I got next,
And all you guys wildin’ out thinkin’ I’m not blessed,
‘Cause I rap better than yall without tryin’ my best,
Look your context compared to mine is no contest,
For the money, make ‘em believe like a con-artist,
Yall dudes sweet, switchin’ teams like Ron Artest,
And to make it to the top, I try my hardest,
I’m farthest in the lead, you winnin’ is far-fetched,
For my city I put on like chapped lips with Carmex,
I’m sicker than czars, the next bar for bar best,
Keep the whole spot rockin’, you know it don’t stop,
I had to return and bring that real hip-hop,
Now bring it back homie, bring it, bring it back (Ay)
Now bring it back homie, bring it, bring it back,
It’s aight, I’m here to hold it down all night,
Who you know better than me when rockin’ the mic?
Now bring it back homie, bring it, bring it back (Ay)
Now bring it back homie, bring it, bring it back
