Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here We Go Again , by - Lack Of Afro. Song from the album Music for Adverts, in the genre R&BRelease date: 02.03.2014
Record label: Freestyle
Song language: English
Here We Go Again |
| Here we go again, here we go again |
| It’s EOM and you know I’m 'bout to blow again |
| LOA beats got bite like Dobermans |
| While your beat’s lazy playing hooky you sleepin' in |
| Meditating within, Ho Chi Minh discipline |
| See me wilin' out with and some hooligans |
| Then hear my voice laced up on that Pro Tools track |
| King of the flow so yo I gotta represent that |
| The flow flow smooth throughout my soul flows |
| The no doubt that y’all knows |
| Like Notorious it’s unbelievable |
| So ridiculous that it’s inconceivable, word |
| Tonight we have got the funky soul |
| James Brown Papa Got a Brand New Bag for that ass |
| You better wake up like Spike Lee and do the right thing |
| When I hit you with the jazzamatazz |
| gifted, unlimited |
| Rhymes is universal, styles is infinite |
| No commercials yet, definitive |
| No rehearsals or has beens but no reversals |
| See me, Herbal T, Big Wax call it the trinity |
| You are now witnessing the rawest form of divinity |
| Prepare for the affinity when you the vicinity, bitch |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again, here we go again |
| Big Wax blowin' in |
| You can hear the beer bottles openin' |
| Toast to the fact I ain’t ever gonna again |
| Here, raise it up, slam it |
| Goddamn it all I know is win |
| Seen your girl at the the show front row showin' skin |
| Left with her under my arm like she deoderant |
| Throw her in the the cab and hear the cash cab buzzers and lights |
| That’s two times I’m gettin' lucky tonight |
| I’m in the back seat lovin' my life |
| Talkin' to the the driver while she under the belt tuggin' the pipe |
| He said it’s a special episode with questions worth double tonight |
| And then I answered every one of them right |
| I give you knuckleheads something to bite |
| 'Cause all them little raps that you wrote, ain’t none of 'em tight |
| Only your grandma said they weren’t horrible |
| «Awe, look at his little mix tape; |
| isn’t that adorable?» |
| Awe, while she pinch you on the cheek |
| Man I’m shittin' on the beat like a pigeon on the street |
| I’m just shittin', y’all are weak |
| Different and unique, when you speak |
| Pass me a pillow and a sheet, I’m gonna get some sleep |
| Your thing is people snoring |
| Our thing’s crowds roaring when we’re touring |
| You’re the human embodiment of boring |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again, here we go again |
| It’s Herbal T, I’m bum rushin' the show again |
| Shave my head put Wax on the marquee |
| Get the money and run before they ever know it’s him |
| I gotta, tryin' to put money off shore like Gilligan |
| Retire and shine like filament |
| Everyday hard work, diligent |
| Still on the microphone every night killin' it |
| We got LOA on that Wes Montgomery six string |
| The mix king |
| Best not me this thing |
| You bump it on your laptop you’re liable to melt your motherboard |
| I’m tellin' you it is that hot |
| I got soul like the OJs but get no praise |
| And small money like insurance copays |
| I’m gettin' off like snow days |
| Watch me kill it like a matador in a bull ring gettin' olés |
| Torro torro, build like a 401K |
| No need for gun play |
| When I swashbuckle like Zorro |
| Chillin' in Japan, sippin' on Sapporo |
| Yeah, we gettin' loose with it |
| Pull the liquor out the freezer, make juice with it |
| It stay cool if you put a little ice with it |
| It’s in the blood |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again |
| Here we go again |