[Intro]
The Hardy Boys
[Chorus: Classified & Mike Boyd]
Ayo, knock-knock, who's that? Guess who, the crew's back
Straight from the field, wanted one, you get two of that
Not what you thought it was, nah, you get all of us (The Hardy Boys)
Bring it on back to me, baby
The Hardy Boys
Girl, bring it on back to me, baby
The Hardy Boys (I make big boy noise)
[Verse 1: Classified & Mike Boyd]
This is that big Boyd energy for your house, honey
Class in session, give up that milk money
The flow expired and something smell funny
Legendary, married with children, feeling like Al Bundy
(Ooh, what you want?) Now they're begging for some help from me
Used to talk shit 'til they went and took the L from me
(The Hardy Boys) I got gains like bodybuilders
We raw like vodka distillers, turn off your glossy filters, Mike
Welcome to my humble abode
Flow so cold, leave you with the runniest nose
Shining so bright, but still staying underexposed
Put a hundred on red like I got money to blow (No, we don't)
No, we ain't get to choose like it's duck, duck, goose
Win or lose, we ain't got nothing to prove, fuck you
I don't need no one except my son, it's just us two
We gonna make it through this life, that's what tough love do
The Hardy Boys
[Chorus: Classified & Mike Boyd]
Ayo, knock-knock, who's that? Guess who, the crew's back
Straight from the field, wanted one, you get two of that
Not what you thought it was, nah, you get all of us (The Hardy Boys)
Bring it on back to me, baby
The Hardy Boys
Girl, bring it on back to me, baby
The Hardy Boys (I make big boy noise)
[Verse 1: Classified & Mike Boyd]
This is that big Boyd energy for your house, honey
Class in session, give up that milk money
The flow expired and something smell funny
Legendary, married with children, feeling like Al Bundy
(Ooh, what you want?) Now they're begging for some help from me
Used to talk shit 'til they went and took the L from me
(The Hardy Boys) I got gains like bodybuilders
We raw like vodka distillers, turn off your glossy filters, Mike
Welcome to my humble abode
Flow so cold, leave you with the runniest nose
Shining so bright, but still staying underexposed
Put a hundred on red like I got money to blow (No, we don't)
No, we ain't get to choose like it's duck, duck, goose
Win or lose, we ain't got nothing to prove, fuck you
I don't need no one except my son, it's just us two
We gonna make it through this life, that's what tough love do
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