Back From The Dead Lyrics

Back From The Dead

Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the
R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
hat turned back in
some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
not wacked I don't try
to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
bag of weed
in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the
bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
fuck a 40 I drink it by the
gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
park parties gettin drunk
on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up
An
now I've toured this nation
pimp of the nation
pullin hoes
Rock the
set in each city then step
me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches,
they think I'm sexist
but all I want baby is your grits for
breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
and gimme a plate of that pussy
on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
just a foul mouthed
little fuckin smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
smoked dope
and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I
bash
invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick
of being harassed so I dashed
moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin
grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
cold 40 dog in a brown bag
chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
flippin and trippin and rippin and
shakin the suckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
2 get up or get
down 2 the rhyme
I'm shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic
like
Every time fuck I don't eat no manwich
kickin back coolin with a
cold grits sandwich
Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town
but this
town ain't shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they
fessed
bitch I'm the best in the mother fuckin midwest
Wanna be heard
when I rap so I yell it
sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One
bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than fuckin White Boy
Rick
My first LP wasn't pushed for shit
so Jive Records yo, go and suck a
fat dick
Cuz I'm rippin like a chainsaw
yes I'm that raw laughin' at ya
suckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That's how
we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the
beat
two in the front and two hoes in the back seat