Da Unda Dogg - Back 2 Da Basics lyrics

[Hook: repeat 4X] (Back 2 Da Basics Overlaps the Chorus) Doing The Same Ol Thang [Da Unda Dogg] Back 2 Da Basics where I won't sell yak See I got get back mothaf** the jacks Strapped me a gat just in case of the rap pack I got another five to survive My boss keep sweatin' me workin' me fo days sh** can a n***a get a raise Man I got a child to support and this ain't workin' Can't pop yay cuz the police is lurkin' It's gettin to point where I'm bout to say f** it Jackin' muthaf**as in a bucket Then I'll be back where I started straight cold hearted My family would look at me retarded disregarded Because I must get risk legit A couple Benz and a kit and they can't do sh** See they got theirs, and y'all got y'alls And now its time to get mine and plus I got balls Boss fo a sec as n***a run a check on this microphone To see if its on [Hook] I called a few friends And see if they could front me some ends They all talking about it depends What I need it fo. Now ain't that strange? How money make muthaf**as change And I bout had it with this job choppin down woods While my homies choppin ki's in the hood Livin' good, and I can't stand one mo case Because the judge would throw the book dead in my f**in' face That's why everybody is willin' to die To get a fat piece of the pie I'm coming up dry, my pockets is chapped I'm thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat Silly of me how dumb could I be Its time to make a call to the homie MD Can a n***a get plugged, I heard you got juice And I got a few albums I'll like to produce Don't sweat the style cuz I got flow That why I called yo a** to let you know [Hook] Now everythings fine no more grime The feds can't stick me with no more time I told my boss that he could kiss my black a** Cuz being on this team, the longer its gonna last I made my rounds threw the jordans down And off to the crest hittin' zest by the pounds No more set trippin unless you want to trip Wit my zest hit yo a** like a Vietnam vet I bet I'll go far if I pursue to be a star Eating chitlings and ham and I could give a damn Bout Uncle Sam because my army's getting paid Hittin' with the lyrics they know they can't fade So I start scheming up a mission to plot Avoiding three hots and a cot I got to give a shout to my n******gs in the pen Cuz without yo help I'll never get in' Gave a in' to my mom and I drop the bombs Like the homeboy rhomes Im Back 2 Da Basics [Hook] Doin Doin the same ol thing huh Doin the same old thing