Touch The Town (Back Again)

[Fabolous:]

Ah man man

Ah man

Niggas don't wanna see me like this man

Hell no man

I'm in the penthouse suite

You know like like

40 floors from seamint

You know what I'm mean?

Lookin down on these niggas like..

Hey I'm just gonna lay back and ride on this one

And they bitch on the way up

What up fool?

Ride with me

Hey Cartoon man

I like that '64 you got me ridin' in nigga

Coast to coast G on the checkin'

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Yo I kick back and snap at 'em

Sometimes throw thick stacks of trap at 'em

Strut through like a slick mack and rap at 'em

When they act a fool I chick smack and jap at 'em (go and get ya man)

I click clack and clap at 'em

This Tray Pound throw 6 packs of caps at 'em (yeah thats right)

I'm bouncin' on them White Walls again

And the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin

Now throw it up (throw it up)

Let it drop down and pop up

Slow it up

Cause the cops bound to pop up

But I don't give a motherfuck I'm mashin' on the gas

Like I don't see them sirens flashin' on my ass

I'm stashin' on the grass

The choppers in the rear

To catch me they better put them choppers in the air

So when you see me comin' get out my way

Without delay

I'm finnin' to get out the Kay

And let it rip

[Fabolous:]

Hey man this shit is just fun for me man

I'm doin' this shit for a hobby now man

This is what I does man

They just happen to give me a check for it

Oh yeah I get paid too

I don't know

Look like it right?

You might see me in one of them things

That look like a space ship comin' through ya motherfuckin' hood man

If you lucky though I might throw the deuce at you

Only if your lucky

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

I'm back in New York like Marbury in the trade

With more jewelry and some shades

But its ordinary when you're paid

The pink and yellow rocks is lookin something like Strawberry Lemonade

They never seen the spokes spin in Brooklyn

When I peel the top back the folks grinnin' lookin'

I'm a hustler

My body scents like Coke when its cookin'

I sweat Heron (Heroin)

Thats why these bitches fiend to get near John

I'm here with a golf stream the jet peel on

Half a mil in bling and sweat there on

Like whats hood?

Can't blame her for lovin' the kid she likes whats good

This is takin' it back to Crenshaw Sunday

If you trip on my set you in for some gun play

In more than one way

I'm a mash on 'em

Like clinger and radar

With the swing of the AR

Motherfucker

[Fabolous:]

I mean I think most of the hoes know me

This shit ain't hard to tell

For the girls that don't

They call me "Bitch Hop In"

Thats my nickname

(Why they call you that though man?)

So when I land bitch you hop in

(Oh OK)

When I pull up bitch you hop in

(Oh all right)

Simple

(I got it I got it)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

Ain't much of a Rose Gold fan

But I just came back from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan

I keep you on ya toes old man

Did a little over 500 I guess you Rose Gold man

I'm something like a pimp my hoes hold hands

I'm gettin so much money my hoes hold grands

The flows cold man

But I ain't stuntin' until the Rose Rolls land

From Rose Bowl Land

Then I'm a spend a few notes to wood it out

Get some smoke that you take a few totes to put it out

Take ya time with it

I used to cook crack and make a dime with it

Now I look back and make a rhyme with it

I'm just ridin' the wave

Laughin' at phoney bitches just deciding to wave

For niggas who all of a sudden decide to be brave

I'm a help you get inside of your grave

Take that with ya

[Fabolous:]

Hey not to be mistaken man I brought my niggas with me too

Oh yeah don't get it fucked up

We just came back from Saint Saint something

One of them islands

They was askin' us do we play for the 49ers?

Oh yeah they seen them peices

Probably heard about them SF pieces

Lookin' like a football team over here

Yeah man its a beautiful thing man

If your smart you'll wanna get down nigga