Bring It Back

Ladies and gentlemen People with jobs, people without jobs Middle class, upper class, high class, all that Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and twerkers I present this to you DJ DJ Young ladies Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a Stunner Get high as a 757 goin' to heaven, no Whizzy F, yo reverend, preach about me I'm the God 1-7 Apple and E I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't ready Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty 82' I was born ready, I'm too ready Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch shoes Oh, me and you got plenty to do I don't need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you And I sleep with the sharks, shorty on the water, water And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake sumthin' for me And it don't make sense if it don't make that money I'ma take that money, I'm strung for cash Young ladies Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I take off my brim Moment of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah Frontin' 'round here will get ya back chopped off We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all I say black white walls with the back swiped off Ah, y'all little bustas just a tax write off I'm a stand up guy, not the type that fall We don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine Yup, Whizzy the down, only read between the line If you can't boy, read ma nine I'm goin' hard in the paint like diesel time Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it I'll be easy, fall back and be cool with it If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through with it I'm the shh, na, na, I'm sewerage Whizzy F, baby, I do this here Young ladies Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I get my old school gangsta' map like the 80's I look like Cita and act like Baby Gal You play with me, I'll react like the navy Ya betta get the army, y'all gone need them for me And ya head is a bleepin' target Y'all want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New Orleans Sleepin' with women that sleep with the Hornets A country boy is sumthin' foreign 'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples Yup, wizzle fizzle, original hot bizzle Still Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not little Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome feel Get down, get down, man, I'm Young ladies Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump Put ya back in, back out, do the hump I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map the best rapper alive Since the best rapper retired The best rapper alive Since the best rapper retired