C-Mob - On Again lyrics

[Intro: Shawnna] Yo... Shawnna...It's your boy C-Mob [???] [Hook: C-Mob] You know me im on again, yea im on again (x4) Yea im on again, on again, yea b**h im on again (x4) [Verse 1: C-Mob] Yea I'm on again, got my eyes on the prize, and now im zonin' in Better get back I'mma get that to the rift raft and that i am prone to win, known to sin When I'm on the clear liquor, that patron and gin You wanna make money, we can make it together, but they can put it on a stick so on a [?fin?] On again, In that back of the club now let's roll the dutch You don't like me, I don't really give a f**, you ain't bold enough, so hold the crutch When the guns come out the rain the soul the touch You don't wanna face off with my folks, ain't no motherf**er that's cold as us F-fold 'em up like paper planes, make it thunder, make it rain Leave her unattended and i might step in and take your game No tolerance for fakes and lames, I'ma leave em all with aches and pains Treat this in the street just like a b**h and watch me rape the game Takin' names and kickin' a**es Still in that Midst Of Madness You better get back when i pull out the heat and you see that rips and thrashes I'ma take care of everyone comin' at me on that side was tricky sh** And still walk out of the club untouched in a fresh new Dickie fit [Hook: C-Mob] [Verse 2: Shawnna] Ey, I'm so high, I can't see the b**h right infront of me, askin me if her and her b**h can get drunk wit' me Rollin' off a peel, and I'm higher than a Meteor Shorty body ill, but I'm a little meatier Sippin' on Ciroc, and I'm blowin on petroleum Shorty tried to front, and we'll lay her like linoleum I think I'm finna roll me one Blow it back and pull me one He said 69, I said 68 i owe you 1 O-M-G I'm on again, Verses I be going in I'm colder in the winter in them cities it be snowin' in I'm pullin and I'm rollin up, wrap my CD it'd be throwin' up And if you wanna try me man, I promise ain't no ho it us Money long as latitude, b**hes show me gratitude Haters wanna hate, but now they switchin' up they attitude And I'ma do my damn thang, diamonds in that damn ring Shawnna there's to many f**in' diamonds in that damn chain [Hook: C-Mob] [Verse 3: T-Rock] My team has been known to win, hear this, I'm goin in I'm cashin' cheques, look at me b**h im on again Look we walked up, we known to sin All I know is i want this V.I.P, if you ain't fit for war, you won't get in First I have a wife and um I just put this pipe in em, then n***as comin' beef, I knock their b**h a** out, like Vicodin Man that b**h is trifling, searchin' for excitement You wanna fight wit' me for smashin' and this sh** is trifflin' I'ma keep it dippin', I am no longer deciefferin' You smash a chick, I'll smash her too, My G is just recyclin' I'ma keep a missle near, adversaries disappear When I off that 4 5 counters deadly and darker than Worcester My diamonds so crystal clear, when I shine it's proper light I'm so icy my diamonds look just like Ciroc on ice I look down like see before, runnin like we see more I'm on again like sit-com reruns of your favorite TV show (ya heard meh?) [Hook: C-Mob]