yep, i'm back

Lyrics

boom, clap, boom clap, boom, clap, boom clap, boom, clap, boom clap, boom, clap, boom clap, now everybody get your hands up, now everybody get your hands up, loso, more better more cheddar, i do the rolls i am not a more wetter?, challenge me with the bling these niggas know better, the wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters, hoes better, have a fall back attack, come through like a funeral all black on black, couple six deuces, all back to back, few flying spurs all back to back, need a 04, 05 dunking and them, when it come to making o's we like dunking with them, naaaah i ain't talking donuts, i'm talking white ones like the nike low cuts, you couldn't see me if you stood on your tippy toes, but you could smell this cali cush with the zippy closed, damn skippy those seats is peanut butter, you never seen us stutter like street fitted itted and, yep i'm back stunting, yep i'm back fronting, yep i'm somebody who made something outta nothing, yep i know you see something you wanting, it's just something about me you can't go with out me you all, said you can't go without me you all, said you can't go without me you all, now everybody get your hands up, now everybody get your hands up, more stunting, more fronting, how you getting it homie, show something, you can ask about him, he go hard, with that a.m.e.x. negro card, last time i was seen in a strip club, rain, i hurricane katrina the strip club, may i, say i, made a way?, stay fly 'til the, day i, fade away, hey i pray i stay out of a, haters way, lemme play like a.i. and just get to the point, lemme hear 'em say aah, when he spit to the joint, you gonna hear a spray, rrrraaa, when i get to the joint, and a blind man could see that them niggas with fab is gone, come like them dudes came for tony at the babylon, rapid fire, do you know a rapper flyer?, the l-o-s-o, i guess no, now everybody get your hands up, now everybody get your hands up, more wining more dining, slow winding gangsters throw signs and, i can't help that the chain is so shining, that the shit on my wrist is just co-signing, they don't search us they know we got the flames, but they still let us slide through the door like cramer, i believe in god, but my true religion, is stuffing big faces down in these true religions, we everywhere you ain't never there, new coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs, pushing something we ain't got our names on, 2 '07's neither one of us is james bond, we in the v.i.p.'s with the big names, fendi aviator shades with the big frames, the streets is watching the hood is looking, brooklyn's back n look at how good i'm looking, now everybody get your hands up, now everybody get your hands up