Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Road Again , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 07.11.2005
Song language: English
On The Road Again |
| Psh, let me try this machine one more time man |
| Put one more coin in this shit right here lemme see, let’s go |
| Ohh! |
| Yo I hit? |
| We rich my niggas! |
| We rich! |
| Ha ha! |
| Koch, whattup? |
| No more lookin back now nigga |
| It is what it is bitch, I’m ready |
| For the road again — I got my money, my passport |
| My gun is loaded, nigga I’m ready |
| For the road again — I got my weed, a couple niggas |
| Some liquor, the new Madden, I’m ready |
| For the road again — I’m in your town puttin it down |
| Bankheadin and all that, I’m ready |
| For the road again — I’m goin back out my niggas |
| All aboard bitches, OWW! |
| Hey yo, my momma struggled for me, poppa juggled for me |
| My niggas huddled for me, they said you gotta let 'em off |
| Let him do his thing (let him do his thing) |
| Y’all ain’t tryin to work with him, let him spread his wings |
| Let him go out in the world, see a couple things (Sheek Louch) |
| See what’s workin for him, see who chirpin for him |
| For what shows and what label is lurkin for him (D-Block!) |
| I got it bitin ma, I’ve been writin ma (been writin ma) |
| I’ve cut down on drinkin but I’ve been lightin ma |
| You’ve gotta see my stage show, I’m excitin ma |
| Your boy nice (I'm nice) — dropped my album, did around 400 |
| I expected double, I guess they didn’t want it |
| Niggas stayin blunted, walk with me zit |
| We can pop it in and you ain’t gotta touch shit |
| Anyway; |
| back to the drawin board |
| I’m independent now, whoever with me all aboard |
| Hold on son — hey yo Foolz rewind that back my nigga |
| I think I forgot, I gotta tell 'em a lil' more shit |
| That happened between me and shit |
| Aight that’s far enough let’s go |
| Hey yo, anyway, Kadar about to leave (ha ha) |
| P comin home, Ruff Ryders lost Eve (yeah) |
| 'Kiss asked «Why,» how kids gotta die |
| To Mr. George Bush and his sales hit the sky (let's go my nigga) |
| Ja reached out with this «New York» idea (New Yorrrrrrk) |
| 'Kiss from the hood so he was like hell yeah (I got you son) |
| 50 gettin mad, came out with «Piggy Bank» |
| That was probably the best song he had |
| We had to shit on him (uh-huh), Game quit on him (yeah) |
| Now we got it locked like we sicked the pit on him (it's ours nigga) |
| We’re takin meetings, but we don’t wanna go major |
| Cause we know how these artists takin beatings |
| Plus I seen how these down South niggas do it |
| Eight dollars? |
| Shit, I could get used to it |
| Look at Lil' Jon, nigga got his own fluid (Get Crunk) |
| Ying Yang and them, they can show you how to do it |
| Now I’m gettin crunk with Koch and them |
| All these new niggas spittin? |
| I’m watchin them |
| I got a thousand songs like 'Pac and them |
| And niggas prayin for me like Ak and them (yeah) |
| My son is born, I’m back alive |
| I caught a DWI tryin to drink and drive (damn) |
| I’m huggin the bottle, I’m hittin the throttle |
| Got a beat tape playin tryin to think some bars |
| Like weed I just put 'em in my mental jars |
| 'Til I get up in the booth and space out like Mars (oh!) |
| I’m ready for it (uh-huh) I already saw it |
| A lot of shit about to change, niggas can’t ignore it |
| For the road again |