-O-J, we back at it) (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) Yo, they think it's all a sport Wanna talk the talk, but cain't walk the walk When it's time, you
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Back At It (Khrysis Remix).
O-J, we back at it) (Phonte, Big Pooh, we back at it) Yo, they think it's all a sport Wanna talk the talk, but cain't walk the walk When it's time, you
never wondered that the hood would take me under. Chorus: +[police is hot, so I'm watching my back...] I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin' Times heard this brother
advice to you, is that you pu-puh-PARLAY And bring it on back to the street Turntables microphone and dope.. beats Cause it ain't no secret to it black
where I look Kinda caught me off guard, so at first I was a little shook But when I gained my composure I suggested he sit back down where he was cause brother
dick goin' in If they like pussy that much, then let me fuck it Stick it in, take it out, and let 'em suck it But they game is strong and they tongue
a .. [Chorus 4x:] [Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis] Savage in the sack, baby, I'll break ya back, baby It's like that from the front to the back, baby [
mad at me I'm talkin' to those who got larceny [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Larceny, meaning bein' jealous-hearted Over little or nothin', it can get started
her over, got it from the back The pussy was sorry, so the bitch got slapped Then I took my dick out, laid it on her chest She put it in the middle,
it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all
nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad at
always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me
these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back
you are We world wide mob figgaz [Chorus: repeat 2X] We got homies on the front line livin it up We got ladies in the back straight givin it up It ain
dealers Cause the end is nearer But at least that's what they tellin' me Hell, all I know brothers Ain't ridin' 4 3 felonys It's time to plan, plot, and
brain until it's not so It's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it ain't no peace
hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet
