Back & Forth

Lyrics

[Chorus: Stresmatic] Yeah Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court [Verse 1: E-40] Uh, it ain't gotta be over no skrilla, man A dummy'll kill ya Eat you up with the rototiller Nobody can hear ya Welcome to the mind of the fried and burnt Cali-harm-ya life, souped up and turnt No ski mask, bare faced and all Been looking for him for years, finally seen him and saw A chance he prob'ly never would got if it was night There at an intersection, two active cameras at the stoplight Disobedient and hardheaded as you can see and can tell School and education he failed, but in the streets he prevailed His grandma used to always yell: "Slow down sonny or you gonna end up going to hell And you gonna burn for eternity." "Forever?" "Yeah, eternity." "Man G-O-D don't give a mother-fuck about me!" The mind-frame of a youngster depended on who he up under Now the choir at his funeral singing "Going Up Yonder" [Chorus: Stresmatic] Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court [Verse 2: Cousin Fik] Can't nobody melt me, fuck who never felt me 'Til somebody shelf me I'm the sickest nigga healthy There's nothing you can tell me, dice don't fail me These hoes want to nail me, you niggas don't smell me Can't stay up out of jail and he back and forth to court Seen him in downtown Vallejo, be: "Cousin you got a 'port?" I said: "Brodie I don't smoke", he said: "It's cool" Showed me a 40-cal torch, "Lil nigga you a fool." Getting money be the sport, so we ball like Laveranues Grown men clips yet and bitches looking thirty-ish Everybody clean but we do suckers the dirtiest Nice with the flow, everything I spit is courteous But still I move mean like road rage Give a nigga that gas, he need Rolaids Magazine, homie, you could get a whole page Stay up in a bad bitch's mouth like Colgate [Chorus: Stresmatic] Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court [Verse 3: Turf Talk] Make a dope fiend my spokesman Give him a bump of this (I'll take this shit) Get him going, he'll be back and then he spendin' chips (Chill!) Sucker repellent, stay far from me (Watch out nigga!) You from that area that snitch from [?] (nuttin'-ass nigga) .357 stainless snub If they fire it'll wake a nigga's game up I got two P's of green (I need a buyer) I need a coke connection ('cause coke keep getting higher) Back, forth and forth Cookin' in the kitchen, pitchin'- pitchin' off the porch Milk like money, smell it through my new denim My pants sag like my pockets got weights in 'em (Damn!) They got me back on my mailman federal shit In a major way, [?] gang for a pinch I got crack dreams, man I'm gon' blow up! Ain't no money why the lawyer gon' show up? [Chorus: Stresmatic] Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court Call me whip it back and forth Mister get it off the porch I'ma hit 'em with the torch Getting money is a sport Ducking feds e'ry day Mama taking me back and forth to court