Rewind Lyrics

Rewind lyrics

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done

Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending



The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet hole's closin' this chest of a nigga

Now he back to square one, screamin', "Shoot don't please"

I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit



He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin' reverse, slowly prepared

My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "Go he there"



Sittin' in back of this chair, we hittin' the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar



We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin' records backwards of AC-DC

I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt



I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat



Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I'm laid in the bed thinkin' 'bout this pretty young thing



Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell", she talkin' 'bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick



Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lotta spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind



Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one

And that's about the time the story begun



That's when I first heard the voice mail on the cell

It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"



Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?

Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man

I found him, right now, I see him right now, let's kill him

Yo, this Nas, leave it, peace