[Intro]
(We're going back to the lab, back to the lab)
Yeah fam, Back 2 Da Lab Volume 3
(We're going back to the lab, back to the lab)
Sorry for the long wait, you know I was cooking up the food
(back to the lab, back to the lab)
You know I only drop the food when it's ready
(back to the lab, back to the lab)
So you know I'm ready to drop food on man you get me
(back to the lab, back to the lab)
Back 2 Da Lab Volume 3, still the peng you get me
[Verse 1]
When I step on road, man know not to violate or try jump out of the place
Are you dumb? Are you mad? Are you out of your face?
Don't ever jump out of your place, I don't wanna hear nothing about strap in ya waist
I beat shots like Gerrard and when I say I roll with the darg I don't mean Wellard
So man better cool and relax in the place
See me I just cool and relax on the ba**, I can get busy with a kick and a ba**
I can get busy with a snare and a kick and if one of them pricks try chat in my face
Ey blud, I got slugs that will done a mans dance make you feel like you've just got lamped in the face
Now watch me get dark on the riddim and ba**, them man are sweet like cinnamon taste
Actually them man are soft like playdo, dunknow them man are all tight waste
I don't wanna hear no talk about weight, big up your chest and you're ten man strong
But it's nothing I've got something tucked in the waist
Never off beat like I'm back to the ba** and a mix tape here and there ain't nothing
Best thing you just keep up with the pace and if you can't keep up with the pace
Best thing you put down the mic and cool
Best thing you pull up your mind with tools
And if a MC tells me to s** my Mum, I will put down the mic and brawl
But man better relax and just cool
Ey blud, these n******gs act tough with their friends they say 'Alright, cool?'
[Outro]
Back 2 Da Lab Volume 3, it's nothing rudeboy
Big Fris, Fully Grown it's coming, say nothing