(feat. Da Unda Dogg)
[Chorus: x4]
[Back 2 Da Basics Overlaps the Chorus]
Doing The Same Ol Thang
[Da Unda Dogg]
Back 2 Da Basics where I wont sale yak
see I got get back mothafuck the jacks
strapped me a gat just in case of the rap pack
I got another five to survive
my boss keep sweatin' me workin' me fo days
shit can a nigga get a raise
man I got a child to support and this ain't workin'
can't pop yay cuz the police is lerkin'
it's gettin to point where I'm bout to say fuck it
jackin' muthafuckas in a bucket
can't I be back where I started straight cold hearted
my family would look at me retarded disregarded
because I must get risk legit
a couple Benz and a kit and they can't do shit
see they got theirs, and y'alls got y'alls
and now its time to get mine and plus I got balls
boss fo a sec as nigga run a check on this microphone
to see if its on
[Chorus]
I called a few friends
and see if they could front me some ends
they all talking about it depends
what you need it fo, now ain't that strange
how money make a muthafucka change
and I bout had it with this job choppin down woods
while my homies choppin ki's in the hood
livin' good, and I can't stand one mo case
because the judge would throw the fuckin book in my face
that's why everybody is willin' to die
to get a fat piece of the pie
im coming up dry, my pockets is chapped
im thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat
silly of me how dumb could I be
its time to make a call to the homie MD
can a nigga get plugged, I heard you got juice
and I got a few I'll like to produce
don't sweat the style cuz I got flow
that why I called yo ass to let you know
[Chorus]
Now everythings fine no more grime
the feds can't stick me with no more time
i told my boss that he could kiss my black ass
cuz being on this team, the longer its gone last
i made my rounds threw the jordans down
and off to the crest hittin' zest by the pounds
no more settin' trippin unless you want to trip
wit my zest hit yo ass like a Vietnam vet
I bet I'll go far if I could be a star
eatting chitlings and ham and I could give a damn
bout Uncle Sam because my army's getting paid
hittin' with the lyrics they know they can't fade
so I stop scheming up a mission to plot
avoiding three huints and a cop
I got to give a shoot fo my homies in the pin
cuz without yo help I'll never get in'
gave a in' to my mom and I drop the bombs
like the homeboy rhomes
Im Back 2 Da Basics
[Chorus]
Doin Doin the same ol thing huh
Doin the same old thing
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[Chorus: x4]
[Back 2 Da Basics Overlaps the Chorus]
Doing The Same Ol Thang
[Da Unda Dogg]
Back 2 Da Basics where I wont sale yak
see I got get back mothafuck the jacks
strapped me a gat just in case of the rap pack
I got another five to survive
my boss keep sweatin' me workin' me fo days
shit can a nigga get a raise
man I got a child to support and this ain't workin'
can't pop yay cuz the police is lerkin'
it's gettin to point where I'm bout to say fuck it
jackin' muthafuckas in a bucket
can't I be back where I started straight cold hearted
my family would look at me retarded disregarded
because I must get risk legit
a couple Benz and a kit and they can't do shit
see they got theirs, and y'alls got y'alls
and now its time to get mine and plus I got balls
boss fo a sec as nigga run a check on this microphone
to see if its on
[Chorus]
I called a few friends
and see if they could front me some ends
they all talking about it depends
what you need it fo, now ain't that strange
how money make a muthafucka change
and I bout had it with this job choppin down woods
while my homies choppin ki's in the hood
livin' good, and I can't stand one mo case
because the judge would throw the fuckin book in my face
that's why everybody is willin' to die
to get a fat piece of the pie
im coming up dry, my pockets is chapped
im thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat
silly of me how dumb could I be
its time to make a call to the homie MD
can a nigga get plugged, I heard you got juice
and I got a few I'll like to produce
don't sweat the style cuz I got flow
that why I called yo ass to let you know
[Chorus]
Now everythings fine no more grime
the feds can't stick me with no more time
i told my boss that he could kiss my black ass
cuz being on this team, the longer its gone last
i made my rounds threw the jordans down
and off to the crest hittin' zest by the pounds
no more settin' trippin unless you want to trip
wit my zest hit yo ass like a Vietnam vet
I bet I'll go far if I could be a star
eatting chitlings and ham and I could give a damn
bout Uncle Sam because my army's getting paid
hittin' with the lyrics they know they can't fade
so I stop scheming up a mission to plot
avoiding three huints and a cop
I got to give a shoot fo my homies in the pin
cuz without yo help I'll never get in'
gave a in' to my mom and I drop the bombs
like the homeboy rhomes
Im Back 2 Da Basics
[Chorus]
Doin Doin the same ol thing huh
Doin the same old thing
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