Bring It Back

[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

[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 3: MOD SUN]

First I take it to the top and then I bring it back

Hit the road and make alot and then I bring it back

Brought it right back to my block, yeah I bring it back

When the DJ hit stop (yeah what you do?)

Aye, bring it back, no question that

I'm on my do or die shit, up all night shit

Start a riot, you should try it, do you ever feel like flyin'?

You say that you at the top but I'm still climbin'

Started a line and then I get better with time and

The only thing on my mind is this pressure gon' make a diamond

And I'll be damned if I ever let 'em steal my shot

You cannot kill my vibe, you cannot break my stride

You cannot live this life unless you walk that line

My line like what you find, they say forever we kind

I say it every time, inside of every rhyme

That if you wanna go and get it its a hell of a

Ride low in the city with the top down

Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now

Ride low in my city with the top down

Lord knows I'll be headed to the top now, smokin' loud

MOD SUN get hot now, my flow does not stop now

Got bars man for lockdown, they all want to talk now

Yeah my phone ring alot now, just let there be rock now

[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