Back By Dope Demand (Funky Bass Mix)

Lyrics

Cold from my skin to my bone through a heart of stone Like nothing you've ever known Freezin' off the microphone like nothing ever shown The baritone I feel I kill, and then I chill still If you know what is left is what I like If you don't agree, 'zyke' Cause I ain't got time to play with you There are other things I have to do I could let you do with my picture But I rather manufacture A party to like me for what i am For all the rest I don't give a d*** I wanna be for real for what it's worth I wanna be down to earth givin' What I feel inside, not the things that money buys I'll play for keep but I'll play Right, that's why I just stand and fight So all you played actors and fakеs Let me show you what it takes I'm just onе of a three men band And we're back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Goin' back cause when I'm on track we're Gonna dance some party hard, yeah Cause I'm dealin' and feelin' So wheel in and feel in You can't touch the ceiling, yes Cause the rhythm takes your soul Makes you loose control, so If you've got second thoughts you betta pack Cause time is what I lack Time to make you see I'm not doing this for me This is all for you so help me out Get down and shout, yo! Yes the rest is up to you It ain't hard just try to do What you do best when you hear me go On the doper's flow, Joe I won't settle for any less Do your best but I must confess I am the type so hard to breeze I ill Like a cold disease So move your body from left to right If you can, stay out of sight If you can't, come on, take a stand Cause we're back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Gettin' low, feelin' high Like you're gonna fly Into the sky over the top Till the music drops You know what I mean That feeling, hard to stop dealin' Just to show who the hell you are dealing with It's the man with the mastermind One in a zillion, hard to find Fusin' with a hard to beat track Sting with the bee so I never look back F****** up that's a figure of speach Meaning the opposite's outta reach Right you' all, that's what I'm saying The cuts and even the words I'm just playin' Rhyme, the lyrics, all start to dance We're back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand Back by dope demand