Welcome 2 Da Backwudz

Lyrics

[Intro: x2] I'm feelin' groovy baby I'm feelin' good [Voice over the intro:] I can't get no sleep at night, no But everything seems to be alright [Verse 1: Sho Nuff] Ok What you wanna do Sho-Nuff cool as whip Chevrolet cruise ship, flip dimes, hips And I Walk in the party show me the Marley Playin' your women like Atari Game spittin' like Ferraris They wanna' ride, experience the Harley First album triple platinum Shippin' for more CDs in stores Wood work, sweep the floor with competition, get permission Do your best rendition if you wanna be hot like barley pots More shifts than Macintosh You gotta' work hard to earn your spot First plane car train Ride it to the Hall of Fame Like Walter Payton, one date Sanaa Lathan She broke my concentration, but still I'm optimistic Got rap by the balls, now we boa constrict it My flow is so consistent like traffic in the daylight We take your rapper salary like Don King Fight Nights Hop to on the bandwagon, bump the system listen good If somebody ask you, tell 'em "Welcome to the Backwudz" Ya hear me [Verse 2: Big Marc] What it's about, the lyrics and beats We blend 'em both and work the streets The pens, pads, mics, booths Makin' you relax and makin' you move All at the same time We back at the wudz to slang rhymes We educate through Alpine's And takin' my city to cloud nine They screamin' like it's Dizzy Gillespie Down on my knees he blessed me Givin 'em thanks for talent he gave Without him there is no me Church music and oldies and R&B consoled me But nothin' sounded better than what the hip hop told me You Axl Folie Bananas in your tailpipe You only Winn Dixie in your pocket if you say he right Black X and where they at [? ] Boys he got the chronic sack Sho-Nuff so tough Whipping the candy Cadillac And just for niggas who wanna act I pack a gat and I'm known to jack Known to crush a frivilous rapper Nigga these rappers prone to that I'm flowin' like the Mississippi Rollin' like a blunt of sticky Headed to the top of the game You know Decatur comin' with me Believe 'dat [Chorus:] Chevrolets and Cadillacs Chronic sacks, chrome flats Drinkin' on the cognac Welcome to the Backwudz Ox tails and collard greens Fried chicken, rice and beans Moonshine canteen Welcome to the Backwudz Crunk it with me, pole sliders Baby mommas, pacifiers Broken windows, slashed tires Welcome to the Backwudz Pro tools and vocal booths Microphones, LPs Super hot sixteen Welcome to the Backwudz Ya hear me? [Outro: Milwaukee Black] Aye, aye, aye, aye It's the captain nigga, Milwaukee Black Aka young Don King All you niggas put down that haterade I told you we would not be stopped Major Way Entertainment, Rowdy Records We are now in the building bitches And it's going down We welcome you to the Backwudz So turn this muthafucka up nigga