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This sounds like the jackpot [Hook: x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business The times comes and a man's gotta stop running away and face things [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business [Verse 1:] Ugh (ugh) Prepared for the hatred, well my problems off of my patriot Boon up or get tuned up, rubbed off erased They decided the faithful to my camp (what about your camp?) Titanium my love ones and get stamped Stapled, removed, soil tested a block approve Really a good dude, but he can get trued From the school of harbor rocks and lifesavers up in the socks Sprinting and running from the cops The cherry, the sirens, the po-po Penelope one time Alphabet boys the lettuce Letras de cancionesConfisticated dog trainer attackes the K9 Sheppard In order to do some right you gotta do some wrong Got hella shit going on (what else) The dusty, the dirty, the smirky, uhh I ain't peering it I'm from peered I ain't nervous When you cooking birdies in the kitchen Can't be slipping like a transmission gotta be on your peas and toes It's hard to make a honest living when your kids ain't got no clothes BITCH! [Hook x2] I'm interested in picking up a few hot dollars [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business [Verse 2:] Play a game like it was meant to be played like the way it supposed to be Money hungry and zanny, soil savvy and grainy Hard-headed and manage me and my Filipinos and Hispanics Warmaidens and Asians smallest tongues and Caucasians California beers is not no California raisins All of us is fools, all of us is patient Ethiopians, half Gannies and Eritreans Africans, Jamaicans and Indians Ugh, Adam's animal, we some hood experienced You can tell by the way I carry it that I'm a block barbarian A goon with the spoon, wrist game sick Paid the neighborhood chef to teach a nigga how to whip A nigga how to whip, a fixture how to mix Counter-clockwise twistly, drop it off delivery Never half step, go for the jumper Get'cha money mane don't be a couch potato hustla [Hook x2] What I don't know I don't trust? [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business [Verse 3:] Ugh Fam you a silent dude your name came up Right you goin live a long time, we just talked you up But what was the subject about was the subject good or was it bad? The subject was about how you made them suckers back up like a Seacrast Got to raise the white flag, too many drinks they had Disrespecting a boss that's how you get fucked off You mean something you somebody you really stand for something They got a big ass zem on they chest (for what) for nothing You know the homie with the two-tone dreads (what about him) he fucking A couple of niggas brawls, they licked his sweaty balls These hoes nowadays is dogs, giving up them draws Do anything for the cash Like a sushi off of the napkin and take a hooker bath And none of my niggas captions they gotta pay our macking ass We be swarming and we be traffic in the slow lane and the fast Money, hucks, fame and kisses Alcohol, weed and bitches mane we back to fuckin' business BITCH! [Hook x2] This sound the jackpot [x2] We're back in business boys We're back in business We're back in business boys We're back in business From Letras Mania