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Tekster: Havoc. Other. Back On My Bullshit.


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[Verse 1:]
H-A-V-O, P a few month short, (what?)
So when he touch down, we gon' both join force! (join force!)
But in the meantime - and between time
Yeah, I'm running, yeah, I still gotta feed mine. (mine!)
Still looking good. - I feel even better!
Check my temperature, I got a fever for that chedda.
Blue water, warm weather, that's what I lust for. (lust for!)
Two words for old beef: "Fuck off! " (fuck off!)
I'm gettin' sucked off bad bitch my little leach
Them ways ass fatter than real me.
Fuck you tryna tell me? (tell me!) - Talk to don, you better ask
Had that bitch's the whole life story by the second glass. (glass!)
Bright lights, packed house
Got the crowed going crazy like they all cracked out! (cracked out!)
Like - how we had the fiends out in '94? ('94!)
That's behind, dude, when it know what I'm on! (on!)

[Chorus:]
Back on that bullshit! Been on that bullshit! (bullshit!)
P almost home; oh, my motherfuckin' goodness! (goodness!)
Good shit! - Bad bitches! (bad bitches!)
Foreign cars! (foreigh cars!) - We live this!

Back on that bullshit! Been on that bullshit! (bullshit!)
P 'bout home; oh, my motherfuckin' goodness! (goodness!)
Good shit! - Bad bitches! (bad bitches!)
Foreign cars! (foreigh cars!) - We live this!

[Verse 2:]
Smilin' so much, now think I got a trophy,
Already got bread! - Guess it's for them new cake! (new cake!)
It's so fattening! - But who's weight watching?
I see you little niggas looking like you weight dropping! (dropping!)
We don't miss meals, never go to bed hungry,
They like somethin' fishy, yeah that overseas' money!
We import bitches. - And we store niggas, (store niggas!)
We a fuckin' problem; got a problem? Come and fix it!
Get your light, bro. - They're 'ready there! ('ready there!)
Niggas done like a sixteen bar ready rap. (ready rap!)
And when the Dessy clap - and the snow clear, (snow clear!)
I'll be have way around the world gettin' dough there. (dough there!)
Lighters in the air, fly with me, zone now,
You ain't got a light? I pull your motherfuckin' phone out!
High with me, higher than a 747, B.
When it's all said and done, niggas gon' remember me!

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
I never felt so good!
Goddamn!
M-O-B-B!
2011!
H-A-V-O', Prodigy...
Let's do it!