Juelz Santana - Ol Thing Back (In Studio) lyrics

[Intro] Listen, you might learn some Jahlil Beats, holla at me Jadakiss where you been, where you at This rap is wack I want that old thing back I want that old thing back [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Some n***as tell a lot, some n***as sell a lot Some n***as used to be mad nice, then fell a lot Albums still trash I don’t care who the hell you got Portraying the role of a G, we can tell you not Sorry to bother you, I'm only doing what a father do Your production is horrible, you’ll forever be a nerd And your metaphors are better off, never being heard I came in grimy, Puff made me shiny Put 'em both together, a protege of the 90's Grew up, put that bullsh** behind me Started making n***as demises untimely Looking for me, come to the hood you could find me Gucci belt right on the waist where the 9 be .38 right in the garbage, where the packs at M1 right in the trunk, where the jacks at Whoever is in arm's length will get backslapped Cause I ain't playing with these rap cats This is the flow you can't learn The dutch you can't burn n***a, I've got stripes you can't earn [Hook: Jadakiss] Method Man, where you been where you at These rap n***as is wack, I want that old thang back Yeah, I want that old thang back Yeah, I want that old thang back [Verse 2: Method Man] You got the M.E, the M.E., the M.E., the M., M., M., The M.E.T.H.O.D. Man You need a dopefiend track Let me shoot up and lean back With this needle stuck in my arm, never tuck in my charm Most my team sling crack If I hit every corner with G packs Might cause the man DC to relapse I'm a Hip hop juggie, who needs rap? MC's wack, k**erbees is back in the booth Mind your beeswax And f** a salary cap We blow a cap at any Energizer bunny right where his battery at Look, the ba*tard child of Clarence Thomas and Reagonomics On every 1st and 15th make sure you pay me homage Might break a promise but never breaking the code Got the floor safe, coke in the pot, fiend at the stove Meth, rock a W on my clothes I'm a straight rider, straight to the W with these hoes I'm straight fire, these motherf**ers is froze Like a skinny supermodel that like to powder her nose [Hook: Method Man] Redman, where you been where you at These rap n***as is wack, I want that old thang back I want that old thang back I want that old thang back [Verse 3: Redman] Yo boy, I'm like Rick James, I got that old thang I got a gold chain, [?] with gold frames Doc doing the runnerman on Soul Train With a chinese girl, the chicken get Lo Mein Propane for the raw, I put on the streets My thoughts, the blue magic put on the beats Game time, Doc rocket like Dominique Play vegetarian n***a and ignore the beef Yeah, Kyrie keep the blow smoking Slide in the club, cool like the floor frozen Check out the wild thang got a Tone Lōco Big a** and high heels with the toes open That's me, 90's MC f** a Grammy awards, underground is tax free Look in the mirror I feel fantastic The mirror said 'you are, you conceited ba*tard' [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Santana, where you been where you These rap n***as is wack, I want that old thang back I want that old thang back Tell 'em I want that old thang back [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] I came to bring the pain Put n***as to shame, simple and plain They gon' remember my name And it's all for respect not fame So don't play with me You could give 'em rope, they still can't hang with me Pa** the baton, they still can't race with me So far ahead of these n***as they still chasing me I wouldn't be surprised if n***as ghostwriters got ghostwriters Nothing cease to amaze you Labels used to care, even though they was raping me Now it's 360 deals, modern day slavery f** you, who payin' me, I'm the one recording We'll settle for extortion or fame over fortune The game done changed, the sound done changed All these n***as sound the same The word loyalty don't even sound the same Good thing I keep the pound, when it bang it always sound the same I aim at the game, the real shall remain Neck full of water like I drowned my chain Flier than a n***a jumping out the plane Higher than you n***as, you can find the strain Better than you n***as that's without me saying Treat the money like the work, we don't count, we weigh it For this amount we aim it, blaze it, flame it Barrel big as a shower head, you don't want me spraying Enough with the mumble jumble Santana back though, can I get a drum roll? Whole lotta kush and it's stuffed in a fronto Fiends still say my work taste like gumbo Yeah, bring that old thang back I was told to whip it up and bring the whole thang back When I was pumping coke, you was jumping rope I was runnin' out of bags, you was playing tag While you was hop scotching, I was drop shopping At the dealer paying cash for them paper tags While you was pop locking, I was Glock popping Getting to the cash, brown paper bags Blowing money fast and it never last Yeah, they make it fast, barely make it back Haters gonna suffer, I'm okay with that All this garbage, time to throw away the trash