Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back 2 Da Basics, artist - Mac Dre. Date of issue: 05.12.1996
Song language: English
Back 2 Da Basics |
| Back 2 Da Basics where I won’t sale yak |
| See I got get back mothafuck the jacks |
| Strapped me a gat just in case of the rap pack |
| I got another five to survive |
| My boss keep sweatin' me workin' me fo days |
| Shit can a nigga get a raise |
| Man I got a child to support and this ain’t workin' |
| Can’t pop yay cause the police is lerkin' |
| It’s gettin to point where I’m bout to say fuck it |
| Jackin' muthafuckas in a bucket |
| Can’t I be back where I started straight cold hearted |
| My family would look at me retarded disregarded |
| Because I must get risk legit |
| A couple Benz and a kit and they can’t do shit |
| See they got theirs, and y’alls got y’alls |
| And now it’s time to get mine and plus I got balls |
| Boss fo a sec as nigga run a check on this microphone |
| To see if it’s on |
| I called a few friends |
| And see if they could front me some ends |
| They all talking about it depends |
| What you need it fo, now ain’t that strange |
| How money make a muthafucka change |
| And I bout had it with this job choppin down woods |
| While my homies choppin ki’s in the hood |
| Livin' good, and I can’t stand one mo case |
| Because the judge would throw the fuckin book in my face |
| That’s why everybody is willin' to die |
| To get a fat piece of the pie |
| I’m coming up dry, my pockets is chapped |
| I’m thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat |
| Silly of me how dumb could I be |
| It’s time to make a call to the homie MD |
| Can a nigga get plugged, I heard you got juice |
| And I got a few I’ll like to produce |
| Don’t sweat the style cause I got flow |
| That why I called yo ass to let you know |
| Now everythings fine no more grime |
| The feds can’t stick me with no more time |
| I told my boss that he could kiss my black ass |
| Cause being on this team, the longer it’s gone last |
| I made my rounds threw the jordans down |
| And off to the crest hittin' zest by the pounds |
| No more settin' trippin unless you want to trip |
| With my zest hit yo ass like a Vietnam vet |
| I bet I’ll go far if I could be a star |
| Eatting chitlings and ham and I could give a damn |
| Bout Uncle Sam because my army’s getting paid |
| Hittin' with the lyrics they know they can’t fade |
| So I stop scheming up a mission to plot |
| Avoiding three huints and a cop |
| I got to give a shoot fo my homies in the pin |
| Cause without yo help I’ll never get in' |
| Gave a in' to my mom and I drop the bombs |
| Like the homeboy rhomes |
| I’m Back 2 Da Basics |
| Doin Doin the same ol thing huh |
| Doin the same old thing |