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Sheek Louch
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On The Road Again
Lyricist:Sean Jacobs, Raymie Middleton, Jr., Randy Ousley, Mario Pizzini
Let me try this machine one more time, man Put one more coin in this shit right here, lemme see, let's go Yo, I hit? We rich my niggaz, we rich Koch, whattup? No more lookin' back now nigga It is what it is bitch, I'm ready
For the road again I got my money, my passport My gun is loaded, nigga, I'm ready
For the road again I got my weed, a couple niggaz Some liquor, the new Madden, I'm ready
For the road again I'm in your town puttin' it down Bankheadin' and all that, I'm ready
For the road again I'm goin' back out my niggaz All aboard bitches
Hey yo, my momma struggled for me, poppa juggled for me My niggaz huddled for me, they said you gotta let 'em off Let him do his thing Y'all ain't tryin' to work with him, let him spread his wings Let him go out in the world, see a couple of things See what's workin' for him, see who chirpin' for him For what shows and what label is lurkin' for him I got it bitin' ma, I've been writin' ma
I've cut down on drinkin' but I've been lightened ma You've gotta see my stage show, I'm excitin' ma Your boy nice dropped my album, did around 400 I expected double, I guess they didn't want it Niggaz stayin' blunted, walk with me zit We can pop it in and you ain't gotta touch shit Anyway back to the drawin' board I'm independent now, whoever with me all aboard
Hold on son, hey yo foolz, rewind that back my nigga I think I forgot, I gotta tell 'em a lil' more shit That happened between me and shit Aight that's far enough, let's go
Hey yo, anyway, Kadar about to leave Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com P comin' home, Ruff Ryders lil' seed Kiss asked, 'Why,' how kids gotta die? To Mr. George Bush and his sales hit the sky Ja reached out with this 'New York' idea Kiss from the hood so he was like hell, yeah 50 gettin' mad, came out with 'Piggy bank' That was probably the best song he had We had to shit on him, game quit on him Now we got it locked like we sicked the pit on him
We're takin' meetings, but we don't wanna go major 'Cuz we know how these artists takin' beatings Plus I seen how these down South niggaz do it Eight dollars? Shit, I could get used to it Look at Lil' Jon, nigga, got his own fluid Ying Yang and them, they can show you how to do it Now I'm gettin' crunk with Koch and them All these new niggaz spittin'? I'm watchin' them I got a thousand songs like 'Pac and them And niggaz prayin' for me like Ak and them
My son is born, I'm back alive I caught a D W I tryin' to drink and drive I'm huggin' the bottle, I'm hittin' the throttle Got a beat tape playin' tryin' to think some bars Like weed I just put 'em in my mental jars 'Til I get up in the booth and space out like Mars I'm ready for it, I already saw it A lot of shit about to change, niggaz can't ignore it
For the road again I got my money, my passport My gun is loaded, nigga, I'm ready
For the road again I got my weed, a couple niggaz Some liquor, the new Madden, I'm ready
For the road again I'm in your town puttin' it down Bankheadin' and all that, I'm ready
For the road again I'm goin' back out my niggaz All aboard bitches For the road again
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