Ease Back Lyrics
D.R.I.P. Da Gumph & Left Eye
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Nigga's wanna get in like I'm a brand new whip
This Fendi I'm spendin'
Brand name bitch
I gotsta be in style
Cuz y'all women wish
For nigga's all the time to cop the chick
My album cop the tape
Cop the mate
Now all ya'll mothafuckers wanna copulate
With me
Cuz I'm very short and hard
Have nigga's screamin out "Oh my Lordddddd!"
I bust broads and broads
The making's of before
Smorgosbord
To those at home and those abroad
Motorola 2 way
Goin' off pagin'
Prada so tight cuttin' off circulation
Don't be hatin' in them mic tones
Speak up Satan in the microphone
Get in the war with it raw
My wrists are blixxed
That ice never thaws
Benz Coupe
Sweeter than fruit
G the tight noose
Cuz I made a short stop
Ooops andddddddddd!
I bang beats on so many amps
My cars flood with music
Neighborhoods get down
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They keep on hollerin' (hollerin')
They keep on screamin (screamin')
They keep on talkin' (talkin')
They keep on walkin' (walkin')
Tryin' to get close
Don't get too close
Ease back (relax)
Ease back (get back)
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As I freelance
Take a chance with my hands
Enhance my thoughts and write what man can understand
Relate to women and children
D.R.I.P. buildin'
A house made by brick
You can't blow me down
You can't push me out
Cuz it's mine
I got my dogs up in this yard barkin' with 9's
I got my people doin' they hustlin' thing on the grind
Nigga I'm one of a kind
Nowadays puttin' that killa to ya spine
Blast away for tryin' to take advantage away
Don't want none
Like Nas I hope you got yourself a gun
Or your ass best'a run
Or your ass best'a fight
Or say goodnight
I'm cool as hell but sometimes I can't manage right
Think about better ways seem to think about the mic
Think about what my life looks like
Three kids no wife
Two jobs still broke
Will rob shoot dice
Forever and always
Triple stay ghetto portrayed
High everyday that's that nigga Ray
Layin' in the cut
Drinkin' liquor not no lemonade
Bacardi mixed with 7-Up
You got niggas ain't sayin' much
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Everywhere that I go them phony people (uh huh)
Out there keep hollerin'
Lisa did this
Lisa did that
Lisa did what?
I just extend the finger in the middle
For all y'all hollerin
Lisa did this
Lisa did that
Lisa did what?
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Everywhere that I go them phony people
Out there keep hollerin'
Lisa did what?
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