Lyrics: G Premacy/Lawrence Bakana/Manhattan ZO
Music: Eugene Kennedy/Lawrence Bakana
I been on track/ no slowin down all you see is my back/ you know that it’s up when I plug in the Mac/ pushin out cuts like I found me a hack, yahh/ I keep it a stack/ blowin a pack in the back of the Bach/ the way it lean back I feel like Joey Crack/ they want us to slip but we ain’t doin that, nahh
Hocus, pocus, disappearing in the lotus/ in Miami when I wrote this/ but I always been the coldest/ at fins game, gettin membrane but nobody takin notice/ all this mid-game, goin insane, face Redding like Otis/ Jonas, quote this, used to think that it was bogus/ comin up from ford focus/ lookin now wouldn’t know this/ now they passin me my roses/ got me workin on my poses/ thinkin different ways like twice a day how to show off what the coat is/ been on my job, but catch me a lick n I’m still gna rob/ Brodie could run but ain’t nowhere to hide/ he run like he Allen that boy never slide/ unless it’s to jump out the passenger side/ cuttin him off like, let’s go for a ride/ beat em so bad that he wish he would die we could make him a stain hope his mama got Tide/
I been on track/ no slowin down all you see is my back/ you know that it’s up when I plug in the Mac/ pushin out cuts like I found me a hack, yahh/ I keep it a stack/ blowin a pack in the back of the Bach/ the way it lean back I feel like Joey Crack/ they want us to slip but we ain’t doin that, nahh