Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here We Go Again, artist - Lack Of Afro. Album song Music for Adverts, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 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 |