Forever M.C., ​it’s different, Chris Webby, MOD SUN, E-40 - Bring It Back lyrics

I'm seasoned off the green like a caper

Faded like a taper, high
On dro, African hyena, caviar Gold
My eyes are slow, I'm off of that liquor
You can tell I'm a thug
Look at my cracked screen nigga
On my get dro, my Samsung, my iPhone
My Trackphone
They say he the man, but I can't stand
Men with long fingernails when
They shake my hand
They stick their nails in your
Palm and squeeze hella hard like it's sharp
Fingernails longer than my broad
I had a broad named Ramona
Lived in Clearlake but moved to Capitola
I never fucked her, I promise
That's on my dead homie
'Bout her money, she love me
Do anything for me



The DJ freeze and bring it back
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
Back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
Back bring it back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

It's that East Coast capo, Maine to El Paso
Been around the world
Like latitude across a map bro
Is that so? Bitch you don't wanna
See me in rap mode i'm Ivan Drago
Murder mics in front of packed shows
And smashed flows, yo my life is like a movie
Or a Woodstock documentary
The way I keeps it groovy
Rude, lewd, and amusin'
More raw than a plate of sushi
In the kitchen when I'm cooking up
They call me Ratatouille yours truly
I've been on tours smokin' the best
And hit every dispensary in
The Pacific Northwest
I've been stoned ever since
Got some brain cells missin'
But, I never let that
Shit interfere with ambition
It's Christian, back on my
Michelin, I'm spittin', with lyrics written
Wrapped up, like a mummified ancient Egyptian
I'm hieroglyphically scriptin' my
Knowledge, passion, and wisdom
Yellin' fuck the system 'till they go
And lock me up in prison
I am a doper and I'm only partially tryin'
I'm masterful debater
Winnin' any argument I'm in
You could open up my chest and
See the heart of a lion
Or open up my head and see
Why I'm in Arkham Asylum
A supervillain handlin' business
To pay tuition in the school of hard knocks
Talk little but always listen
With a button down on like
A young Peter Griffin, let me get 'em

The DJ freeze and bring it back
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
Back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
Back bring it back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back

First I take it to the top
And then I bring it back
Hit the road and make alot and
Then I bring it back
Brought it right back to my block
Yeah I bring it back
When the DJ hit stop (yeah what you do?)
Aye, bring it back, no question that
I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit
Start a riot, you should try it
Do you ever feel like flyin'?
You say that you at the
Top but I'm still climbin'
Started a line and then I
Get better with time and
The only thing on my mind is
This pressure gon' make a diamond
And I'll be damned if I ever
Let 'em steal my shot
You cannot kill my vibe
You cannot break my stride
You cannot live this life unless
You walk that line
My line like what you find
They say forever we kind
I say it every time, inside of every rhyme
That if you wanna go and get
It it's a hell of a
Ride low in the city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Ride low in my city with the top down
Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now
Smokin' loud mOD SUN get hot now
My flow does not stop now
Got bars man for lockdown
They all want to talk now
Yeah my phone ring alot now
Just let there be rock now

The DJ freeze and bring it back
Back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
Back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back
Back bring it back, back, back, back, back
The DJ freeze and bring it back