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On the Road Again

Let me try this machine one more time, man

Put one more coin in this shit right here, lemme see, let's go

Yo, I hit? We rich my niggaz, we rich

Koch, whattup? No more lookin' back now nigga

It is what it is bitch, I'm ready

For the road again

I got my money, my passport

My gun is loaded, nigga, I'm ready

For the road again

I got my weed, a couple niggaz

Some liquor, the new Madden, I'm ready

For the road again

I'm in your town puttin' it down

Bankheadin' and all that, I'm ready

For the road again

I'm goin' back out my niggaz

All aboard bitches

Hey yo, my momma struggled for me, poppa juggled for me

My niggaz huddled for me, they said you gotta let 'em off

Let him do his thing

Y'all ain't tryin' to work with him, let him spread his wings

Let him go out in the world, see a couple of things

See what's workin' for him, see who chirpin' for him

For what shows and what label is lurkin' for him

I got it bitin' ma, I've been writin' ma

I've cut down on drinkin' but I've been lightened ma

You've gotta see my stage show, I'm excitin' ma

Your boy nice dropped my album, did around 400

I expected double, I guess they didn't want it

Niggaz stayin' blunted, walk with me zit

We can pop it in and you ain't gotta touch shit

Anyway back to the drawin' board

I'm independent now, whoever with me all aboard

Hold on son, hey yo foolz, rewind that back my nigga

I think I forgot, I gotta tell 'em a lil' more shit

That happened between me and shit

Aight that's far enough, let's go

Hey yo, anyway, Kadar about to leave

P comin' home, Ruff Ryders lil' seed

Kiss asked, "Why," how kids gotta die?

To Mr. George Bush and his sales hit the sky

Ja reached out with this "New York" idea

Kiss from the hood so he was like hell, yeah

50 gettin' mad, came out with "Piggy bank"

That was probably the best song he had

We had to shit on him, game quit on him

Now we got it locked like we sicked the pit on him

We're takin' meetings, but we don't wanna go major

'Cuz we know how these artists takin' beatings

Plus I seen how these down South niggaz do it

Eight dollars? Shit, I could get used to it

Look at Lil' Jon, nigga, got his own fluid

Ying Yang and them, they can show you how to do it

Now I'm gettin' crunk with Koch and them

All these new niggaz spittin'? I'm watchin' them

I got a thousand songs like 'Pac and them

And niggaz prayin' for me like Ak and them

My son is born, I'm back alive

I caught a D W I tryin' to drink and drive

I'm huggin' the bottle, I'm hittin' the throttle

Got a beat tape playin' tryin' to think some bars

Like weed I just put 'em in my mental jars

'Til I get up in the booth and space out like Mars

I'm ready for it, I already saw it

A lot of shit about to change, niggaz can't ignore it

For the road again

I got my money, my passport

My gun is loaded, nigga, I'm ready

For the road again

I got my weed, a couple niggaz

Some liquor, the new Madden, I'm ready

For the road again

I'm in your town puttin' it down

Bankheadin' and all that, I'm ready

For the road again

I'm goin' back out my niggaz

All aboard bitches

For the road again

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