Lyrics Again - P-Lo, E-40

Again

Aye, aye.
aye
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Aye, yeah, uh, woo (
P-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back
Aye, aye, aye
Hop out do my dance on a bitch
Freak hoe from the back when I hit
I’m a stand up guy never sit
OG told me win it’s never quit
Since then I’ve been a man on a mission
Hey free the dogs out of prison
You ain’t talking bout no racks and I’m missing
Feeling like I’m Master P with no limit
I’m really getting to the bag oh I’m cozy
Aye phone locked cuz she nosy
Aye I don’t want a piece I want the whole thing
Mac pulled up with pack smoked the OZ
See me out in public make a hoe freeze
Big stepping now one do it both feet
watch him closely
Up like it’s nosebleeds up like it’s no sleep
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Euh
I’m excited about my income (I'm excited about my income)
My life is real it’s not a sitcom (My life is real it’s not a sitcom)
No more selling swift boy on a recon (No more selling swift boy on a recon)
I’m a fixter not a peon (I'm a fixter not a peon)
They call me Charlie Hustle (They call me Charlie Hustle)
I’m all about my bubble (I'm all about my bubble)
I’ll beat you with my knuckles (I'll beat you with my knuckles)
If you don’t stay up out my huddle
When people ask me what I’ve been doing I’m living the dream
Used to serve my yadda wet fresh up off the DG bean
Don’t play with the scorpio cuz I sting
I tune you up and make you cry make you look like that Jordan meme
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Woke up, got straight to it
Running to the bag like I’m late to it
Got so much drive I need brake fluid (Fact)
These niggas don’t do it like the bay do it (Sheesh)
I’ma get the bag or die trying (Sheesh)
You ain’t got a bag boy you lying (Sheesh)
Bitch I’m 'bout a bag like I’m DB
Fucking 'round in the lab like I’m DeeDee
Me and my pops built this like woodshop
The brakes went out I wish I could stop
I ain’t no mechanic but I make the hood pop
Came from the bottom I need some good top
We been on the grind all weekend
Deep in flow water nigga the deep end
We been them and like to swing
No rag no set I’m with the gang
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again