Lyrics

[Intro: R.L.] We love you We missed you so much guys We just, awe man it feels so good to be back Awe man, I guess The first selection tonight we're gonna do is dedicated To all of you Next fans out there (Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back) This is for all of you fake R&B motherfuckas C'mon [Verse 1: T-Low] Every city that I passed through, spot I been Niggas wanna know when we droppin' again Had more Butta Love and a Wifey but then We decided to drop something you could party with Hit the club, give the DJ's some... Desert Heat tell 'em turn it up All them other CDs you can burn them up You know you feelin' us, it's time to give it up The game ain't the same, it done went down Ever since I decided to get out Now I'm back to lace shit Ya'll R&B niggas is done about now Watch out now, guess who's back in the house Now every body say [Chorus: R.L.] (Welcome back) It's been way too long You're tired of the same old songs (Welcome back) In the game eight years strong Had to come back for ya'll (Welcome back) Nobody brings anthems like these N-E-X-T, respect the G's (Welcome back) Decided to bring the heat From us to Whoo Kid, straight to the streets [Verse 2: R.L.] Hey ya'll it's R.L., baby straight up soldier Coming to you live from Minnesota If it's an R&B hit, I probably wrote it Except for my old label probably didn't promote it Well I'm back (back) in a silver rover Two twelves bumpin' my new shit the game is over All you studio blowers I thought I told you If it wasn't enough here let me show you The game ain't the same, it done went down Ever since I decided to get out Now I'm back to lace shit Ya'll R&B niggas is done about now Watch out now, guess who's back in the house Huh huh, wow every body say [Chorus: R.L.] (Welcome back) It's been way too long You're tired of the same old songs (Welcome back) In the game eight years strong Had to come back for ya'll (Welcome back) Nobody brings anthems like these N-E-X-T, respect the G's (Welcome back) Decided to bring the heat From us to Whoo Kid, straight to the streets [Verse 3: T.I.] Long time no see, now I'm back on my feet Comfortably in back of a V, right back in the streets Within a matter of weeks, thought they had to for three You proposed to the game, but she married to me Miss me while i was gone, but now I'm back in the zone Got a message for the nigga who attackin' the throne You gon' make me put this heater to the back of your dome Flip to' the last, from the front to the back of your home Any idiot could see you shoulda left me alone 'Cause they know the game over when I catch you alone Flip, I'ma show about addressin' me wrong I'm after your lucky charms, nigga let it be known Anyway see me shinin' with immaculate stones Somewhere ridin' through the city, rims have to be chrome 21, 22, not factory homes Stop, drop the top, hit the gas and I'm gone From the box to the top spot, where i belong I coulda swore that was my flow i heard in your song But you should know, your release of mini-me's ain't offendin' me 'Cause rappers always had a tendency to mimic G's I guess it's just they way to tell me that they missin' me A million sold, still it ain't a nigga real as me Besides imagery's the finest form of flattery But now it's time to welcome back the nigga niggas rather see