Bring It Back

Lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] I'm seasoned off the green like a caper Woke, [] like induced labor Faded like a taper, high on dro, African hyena, Caviar Gold My eyes are slow, I'm off of that liquor You can tell I'm a thug, look at my cracked screen nigga On my get dro, my Samsung, my iPhone, my Trackphone They say he the man, but I can't stand Men with long fingernails when they shake my hand They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard Like it's sharp, fingernails longer than my broad I had a broad named Ramona, lived in Clearlake but moved to Capitola I never fucked her, I promise, that's on my dead homie 'Bout her money, she love me, do anything for me [Chorus] The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, the DJ freeze and bring it back [Verse 2: Chris Webby] It's that East Coast capo, Maine to El Paso Been around the world, like latitude across a map bro Is that so? Bitch you don't wanna see me in rap mode I'm Ivan Drago, murder mics in front of packed shows And smashed flows, yo my life is like a movie Or a Woodstock documentary, the way I keeps it groovy Rude, lewd, and amusin', more raw than a plate of sushi In the kitchen when I'm cooking up, they call me Ratatouille Yours truly, I've been on tours smokin' the best And hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missin' But I never let that shit interfere with ambition It's Christian, back on my Michelin, I'm spittin', with lyrics written Wrapped up, like a mummified ancient Egyptian I'm hieroglyphically scriptin' my knowledge, passion, and wisdom Yellin' fuck the system 'till they go and lock me up in prison I am a doper and I'm only partially tryin' I'm masterful debater, winnin' any argument I'm in You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum A supervillain handlin' business to pay tuition In the school of hard knocks, talk little but always listen With a button down on like a young Peter Griffin, let me get 'em [Chorus] The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, the DJ freeze and bring it back [Verse 3: MOD SUN] First I take it to the top and then I bring it back Hit the road and make alot and then I bring it back Brought it right back to my block, yeah I bring it back When the DJ hit stop (yeah what you do?) Aye, bring it back, no question that I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit Start a riot, you should try it, do you ever feel like flyin'? You say that you at the top but I'm still climbin' Started a line and then I get better with time and The only thing on my mind is this pressure gon' make a diamond And I'll be damned if I ever let 'em steal my shot You cannot kill my vibe, you cannot break my stride You cannot live this life unless you walk that line My line like what you find, they say forever we kind I say it every time, inside of every rhyme That if you wanna go and get it its a hell of a Ride low in the city with the top down Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now Ride low in my city with the top down Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now, smokin' loud MOD SUN get hot now, my flow does not stop now Got bars man for lockdown, they all want to talk now Yeah my phone ring alot now, just let there be rock now [Chorus] The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back Bring it back, back, back, back, back, the DJ freeze and bring it back