Again (feat. E-40 & LaRussell)

Aye, aye. Aye
Ok, ok, ok, ok
Aye, yeah, uh, woo (p-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back)
Aye, aye, aye

Hop out, do my dance on a bitch
Freak hoe from the back when I hit (when I hit)
I'm a stand-up guy, never sit
OG told me win it's never quit (never quit)
Since then, I've been a man on a mission (on a mission)
Hey, free the dogs out of prison (dogs)
You ain't talking bout no racks and I'm missing
Feeling like I'm Master P with no limit

I'm really getting to the bag, oh I'm cozy (I'm cozy)
Aye, phone locked 'cause she nosy (she nosy)
Aye I don't want a piece, I want the whole thing
Mac pulled up with pack smoked the OZ
See me out in public, make a hoe freeze
Big stepping now one do it both feet
Know they want me gone, watch him closely
Up like, it's nosebleeds up like it's no sleep

Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again

Euh
I'm excited about my income (I'm excited about my income)
My life is real it's not a sitcom (my life is real it's not a sitcom)
No more selling swift boy on a recon (no more selling swift boy on a recon)
I'm a fixter not a peon (I'm a fixter, not a peon)
They call me Charlie Hustle (they call me Charlie Hustle)
I'm all about my bubble (I'm all about my bubble)

I'll beat you with my knuckles (I'll beat you with my knuckles)
If you don't stay up out my huddle
When people ask me what I've been doing, I'm living the dream
Used to serve my yadda wet fresh up off the DG bean (DG bean?)
Don't play with the scorpio 'cause I sting
I tune you up and make you cry, make you look like that Jordan meme (Jordan meme?)

Woke up (woke up) straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (shit again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (shit again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (shit again)

Woke up, got straight to it (got straight to it)
Running to the bag like I'm late to it (late to it)
Got so much drive, I need brake fluid (fact)
These niggas don't do it like the bay do it (sheesh)
I'ma get the bag or die trying (sheesh)
You ain't got a bag boy, you lying (sheesh)
Bitch, I'm 'bout a bag like I'm DB
Fucking 'round in the lab like I'm DeeDee
Me and my pops built this like woodshop
The brakes went out, I wish I could stop
I ain't no mechanic but I make the hood pop
Came from the bottom, I need some good top
We been on the grind all weekend
Deep in flow water nigga the deep end
We been them corna and let it swang
No rag no set I'm with the gang

Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again (again)
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again
Woke up, straight to the bag
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again
Then tomorrow I'ma do that shit again



Credits
Writer(s): Earl Stevens, Paulo Rodriguez, Larussell Thomas
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