Intro
*Phone vibrate*
Christmas: Yo
Shami: You're a Bitch!
Yo I'm out front, come downstairs and hurry up
Christmas: Fuck outta here, aight
Shami: What's up guy
Christmas: What's up niggas
Back in the hood
Wari: You don't have to tell niggas you're back in the hood
I been in the hood, Shami's been in the hood
Where the fuck have you been?
Shami: Man we know where he's been, tryna figure out if he gotta cook his hot pocket on Pacific time or not
Wari: All stay-in-the-house-all-day ass nigga, you ain't OG
Shami: At least they got one another to keep each other warm at night
Wari: Cause I know how scared and tender you niggas get when these accent bitches that he got
Shami: It is understandable, I mean this nigga don't even like Scarface, like c'mon now
Wari: This nigga don't like Scarface, see you the type of nigga that won't do like no type of crimes, I know your character, you the type of nigga come to party with a nigga, and you just leave, and don't tell me that you're leaving. You're that type of nigga I can't even fuck with niggas like you. No bullshit, we miss you fam. How you been?
I done see a lot of shit go down, a lot of shit that I can't explain
In Japan, finna take a train
You start to feel like Charlie Sheen when them cameras gleam
I did so so crazy, broke the seams on my jeans
And came back to the bean like a pill fiend
Got more cream but in the grand scheme
Equivalent to no green
I even seen a UFO out in Malibu
I met some internet hoes with some attitudes
You learn the value of a dollar when you fuck with über
Some shit don't change, cuz Goodwin is still my white shooter
And mom still call me tight about them open mics
When niggas really would laugh when I hold the mic
She always told me I would do it, I just hope you right
And when you take them long trips, I just hope you write
Go and kick it with your idols, cuz you on the same planet
And girls show their titties like Janet
It's been a weird year and a half long minute
Now I'm back in it, back in the city, back with my niggas
So where we going? Yo, where we going?
Christmas: Yo
Shami: You're a Bitch!
Yo I'm out front, come downstairs and hurry up
Christmas: Fuck outta here, aight
Shami: What's up guy
Christmas: What's up niggas
Back in the hood
Wari: You don't have to tell niggas you're back in the hood
I been in the hood, Shami's been in the hood
Where the fuck have you been?
Shami: Man we know where he's been, tryna figure out if he gotta cook his hot pocket on Pacific time or not
Wari: All stay-in-the-house-all-day ass nigga, you ain't OG
Shami: At least they got one another to keep each other warm at night
Wari: Cause I know how scared and tender you niggas get when these accent bitches that he got
Shami: It is understandable, I mean this nigga don't even like Scarface, like c'mon now
Wari: This nigga don't like Scarface, see you the type of nigga that won't do like no type of crimes, I know your character, you the type of nigga come to party with a nigga, and you just leave, and don't tell me that you're leaving. You're that type of nigga I can't even fuck with niggas like you. No bullshit, we miss you fam. How you been?
I done see a lot of shit go down, a lot of shit that I can't explain
In Japan, finna take a train
You start to feel like Charlie Sheen when them cameras gleam
I did so so crazy, broke the seams on my jeans
And came back to the bean like a pill fiend
Got more cream but in the grand scheme
Equivalent to no green
I even seen a UFO out in Malibu
I met some internet hoes with some attitudes
You learn the value of a dollar when you fuck with über
Some shit don't change, cuz Goodwin is still my white shooter
And mom still call me tight about them open mics
When niggas really would laugh when I hold the mic
She always told me I would do it, I just hope you right
And when you take them long trips, I just hope you write
Go and kick it with your idols, cuz you on the same planet
And girls show their titties like Janet
It's been a weird year and a half long minute
Now I'm back in it, back in the city, back with my niggas
So where we going? Yo, where we going?
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Cretu
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