Back in the Game E

Back in the game nigga, it don't stop Every Time I turn my back the bitch call me Wop And not a little but a lot so I need the shit Put her back on the Track like I bleed the bitch And I know It's more money in the club but fuck it I'm an old school nigga with the shit, I Love it Knocking hoes in person, internet don't Trust it Last time I hit Vegas knocked a Bitch from Russia Patrice like Russian, If she foreign I'm fucking Especially a turn out, Had the hoe blushing Sean made the percussion, Homie I just rap If she selling that pussy Then I need my cash Keep a four ball Of powder if she do it too fast I'm A real live nigga baby straight from the jump Stay with a dime piece, mama raise no punk 40 on my lap when I'm riding it's tough It was midnight, party lights Don't worry 'bout it, just come on in All Around me, party lights I was uptight and looked unsightly The maitre D' said, "Friend Don't worry 'bout it, just come on in All Around me