Back Again - Rappin' 4 Tay

Get a dose of my brand new twist 
For your tape or compact disc 
I'm no man when I'm off the indo 
With a proper tempo and an instrumental 
I get so sick my homies know this 
So kick on back because a player wrote this 
Type a rap you know the beat is phat 
And when I leave the party homies said you did that 
It's a bay thing an everyday thing 
You do your thing and I'll do my thing 
I take the mic I like to rip it up 
And if you call my bluff I'm like "Nigga what?" 
I am the rapper, 4-Tay 
Don't crowd me fool because your in my way 
I gotta run you over, hit the gas 
Buck in the next lane on that ass 
I bet you never thought I had the capability 
It's ninety-foe and I know that you feel me 
Fools are comin way too ill-iac 
But a gang a the fools is comin way too whack 
I'm a drop another one for ninety-five 
But it's ninety-foe 4-Tay has arrived 
Fresh out the lab a little dab 
Hit the sucka with a right then a jab 
Callin the kayo misscomayayo 
Then you gotta problem with a fool outta Frisco 
Now I'm off a that dank and gin, oh shit 4-Tay is back again 

Chorus: Now I'm off a that dank and gin, (Foe baby where you been) 
Oh shit 4-Tay is back again, In the studio clockin ends 
(x2) 

Somebody hold me hold me, I'm getting hyper 
A secretary couldn't fade me on a typewriter 
All these concepts and new arrivals 
For ninety-foe I'm dropping fourteen titles 
Walk with this, ride with this, slide with this 
Still guaranteed to move yo hips 
So do what cha wanna girls get sassy 
Oh get to talkin bout oooooh that's nasty 
What's nasty the way you dancin 
Shakein you pants and 
Niggas be gl