Back Again

Get a dose of my brand new twist
 For your tape or compact disc
 I? m no man when I'm off the indo
 With a proper tempo and an instrumental
 I get so sick my homies know this
 So, kick on back because a player wrote this
 Type a rap you know the beat is phat
 And when I leave the party homies said you did that
 It's a bay thing an everyday thing
 You do your thing and I'll do my thing
 I take the mic I like to rip it up
 And if you call my bluff I'm like nigga what?
 I am the rapper, 4-Tay
 Don't crowd me fool because your in my way
 I gotta run you over, hit the gas
 Buck in the next lane on that ass
 I bet you never thought I had the capability
 It's ninety-foe and I know that you feel me
 Fools are comin way too ill-iac
 But a gang a the fools is comin way too whack
 I'm a drop another one for ninety five
 But it's ninety-foe 4-Tay has arrived
 Fresh out the lab a little dab
 Hit the sucka with a right then a jab
 Callin' the kayo misscomayayo
 Then you gotta problem with a fool outta Frisco
 Now I'm off a that dank and gin
 Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
 Now I'm off a that dank and gin
 (Foe baby where you been)
 Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
 In the studio clockin' ends
 Now I'm off a that dank and gin
 (Foe baby where you been)
 Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
 In the studio clockin' ends
 Somebody hold me hold me, I'm getting hyper
 A secretary couldn't fade me on a typewriter
 All these concepts and new arrivals
 For ninety-foe I'm dropping fourteen titles
 Walk with this, ride with this, slide with this
 Still guaranteed to move yo hips
 So do what cha wanna girls get sassy
 Oh get to talkin' bout ooh that's nasty
 What's nasty the way you dancin'
 Shakein' you pants and niggas be glancin'
 Don't blame it on the Rag Top mob
 Your just doin' your thing I'm doin' my job
 To a faster pace I lace the beat nicely
 Once again friends it's so spicy
 Finger lickin', never getting caught up no mo
 Suckas wanna see me stretched out on death row
 Instead of rockin' every crowd that I run into
 But they can't fade me and sure can't fade you
 From Frisco to Oaktown dank is smokin'
 Vallejo to San Jo niggas choking
 I'm a do my part don't fight the feelin'
 Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
 Now I'm off a that dank and gin
 (Foe baby where you been)
 Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
 In the studio clockin' ends
 Now I'm off a that dank and gin
 (Foe baby where you been)
 Oh shit 4-Tay is back again
 In the studio clockin' ends