Lyrics Bring It Back - Lil Wayne, Mannie Fresh

Bring It Back

Ladies and gentlemen,
People with jobs,
People without jobs,
Middle class,
Upper class,
High class, all dat,
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks,
Elderly people and twerkers
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,
Well, I’m fly as son of a gun a son
Of a Stunna, (yep)
High as a 757 goin to heaven, (no)
Weezy F da reverend preach about me I’m da god 1−7 apple and E
I’m da Cash Money Makaveli
Yall aint ready, break fast like Tom Petty,
Ya’ll just petty
82'I was born ready,
I’m too ready,
Ya’ll Betty Crocker balla blockas, I’m too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini,
Top spaghetti,
Seats Ragu,
Uh 20 inch shoes,
Ohh me and you got plenty to do,
I don’t need no pool I’m swimmin in you,
And I sleep with da sharks,
Shorty on da water water,
And I be ma 840 mama,
Shake sumfin fo’me,
And it dont make sense if it don’t make dat money,
Ima take dat money,…
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da
I take off my brim,
Moment of silence of my homeboy Souljah Slim (yeh)
Frontin roun’here will get ya back dropped off,
We do our own thing
We dont act like yall
I say black white walls wit da back wiped off
Ah, ya’ll lil’bustas just a tax write off
I’m a stand up guy, not da type dat
Fall
We dont breed them kind, but they bleed just fine
Yup, Weezy da one only read between da line,
If you can’t boy, read ma nine,
I’m goin hard in da black white diesel time,
Either I’m da illest cat doin’it or these cats is losin it I be Eazy, fall back and be coo wit it,
Ball barrer is movin it,
Dead float I’m through with it
I’m da SHH,
Na, na, I’m sewerage
Weezy F, baby, I do dis here!
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da
I’m old school gangsta,
I act like 80,
I look like Cita but act like Baby
You play with me I’ll react like da Navy,
Nah, betta yet da ARMY, yall gon’need dem fo’me
And ya head is a beepin’target,
You don’t want me to see you with my peekin’tourmis,
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep in New Orleans,
Sleepin with women that sleep with da Hornets
Country boy there’s sumfin foreign,
Bout a hundred thousand
More than what your in Your not BOUT IT, y Ou freeze up like popsicles,
Pop up on bicycles,
Pop yall like spot pimples (yup) Wizzle Fizzle
Original HOT BIZZLE,
Still Lil’Wanye but da dividends not LIL,
Yeah, don’t be suprised how da chrome feel,
Uhh get down, uhh get down,
Man I’m gettin frustrated
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out
Do da hump.
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump,
Put ya back in,
Back out do da hump,
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da map,(Ooowee)
I bring it back to da bottom of da Uhh, da best rapper alive,
Since da best rapper retired,
(uhh yeh yeh yeh)
Da best rapper alive,