[Verse 1: E-40]
I'm seasoned off the green like a caper
Woke, [] like induced labor
Faded like a taper, high on dro, African hyena, Caviar Gold
My eyes are slow, I'm off of that liquor
You can tell I'm a thug, look at my cracked screen nigga
On my get dro, my Samsung, my iPhone, my Trackphone
They say he the man, but I can't stand
Men with long fingernails when they shake my hand
They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard
Like it's sharp, fingernails longer than my broad
I had a broad named Ramona, lived in Clearlake but moved to Capitola
I never fucked her, I promise, that's on my dead homie
'Bout her money, she love me, do anything for me
[Chorus]
The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, the DJ freeze and bring it back
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
It's that East Coast capo, Maine to El Paso
Been around the world, like latitude across a map bro
Is that so? Bitch you don't wanna see me in rap mode
I'm Ivan Drago, murder mics in front of packed shows
And smashed flows, yo my life is like a movie
Or a Woodstock documentary, the way I keeps it groovy
Rude, lewd, and amusin', more raw than a plate of sushi
In the kitchen when I'm cooking up, they call me Ratatouille
Yours truly, I've been on tours smokin' the best
And hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest
I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missin'
But I never let that shit interfere with ambition
It's Christian, back on my Michelin, I'm spittin', with lyrics written
Wrapped up, like a mummified ancient Egyptian
I'm hieroglyphically scriptin' my knowledge, passion, and wisdom
Yellin' fuck the system 'till they go and lock me up in prison
I am a doper and I'm only partially tryin'
I'm masterful debater, winnin' any argument I'm in
You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion
Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum
A supervillain handlin' business to pay tuition
In the school of hard knocks, talk little but always listen
With a button down on like a young Peter Griffin, let me get 'em
I'm seasoned off the green like a caper
Woke, [] like induced labor
Faded like a taper, high on dro, African hyena, Caviar Gold
My eyes are slow, I'm off of that liquor
You can tell I'm a thug, look at my cracked screen nigga
On my get dro, my Samsung, my iPhone, my Trackphone
They say he the man, but I can't stand
Men with long fingernails when they shake my hand
They stick their nails in your palm and squeeze hella hard
Like it's sharp, fingernails longer than my broad
I had a broad named Ramona, lived in Clearlake but moved to Capitola
I never fucked her, I promise, that's on my dead homie
'Bout her money, she love me, do anything for me
[Chorus]
The DJ freeze and bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Bring it back, back, back, back, back, the DJ freeze and bring it back
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
It's that East Coast capo, Maine to El Paso
Been around the world, like latitude across a map bro
Is that so? Bitch you don't wanna see me in rap mode
I'm Ivan Drago, murder mics in front of packed shows
And smashed flows, yo my life is like a movie
Or a Woodstock documentary, the way I keeps it groovy
Rude, lewd, and amusin', more raw than a plate of sushi
In the kitchen when I'm cooking up, they call me Ratatouille
Yours truly, I've been on tours smokin' the best
And hit every dispensary in the Pacific Northwest
I've been stoned ever since, got some brain cells missin'
But I never let that shit interfere with ambition
It's Christian, back on my Michelin, I'm spittin', with lyrics written
Wrapped up, like a mummified ancient Egyptian
I'm hieroglyphically scriptin' my knowledge, passion, and wisdom
Yellin' fuck the system 'till they go and lock me up in prison
I am a doper and I'm only partially tryin'
I'm masterful debater, winnin' any argument I'm in
You could open up my chest and see the heart of a lion
Or open up my head and see why I'm in Arkham Asylum
A supervillain handlin' business to pay tuition
In the school of hard knocks, talk little but always listen
With a button down on like a young Peter Griffin, let me get 'em
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