Rasco - Backdown lyrics

[Rasco] I like this, all tribal Yeah, aww sh** Back down, cause n***a we back now Back down, cause n***a we back now Back down, cause n***a we back now Burnin the track down [Planet Asia] They got me goin in, sober kind hype loaded Though in the night I'm like a 747 Boeing Nike Air Jordans, soaring, velour touring Raw forum for it blow up the whole forums Black money markets, stocks rack up profits Cali Agents back on top Back on the block so you can stop watchin, waitin, hatin '76 the king's throne was first taken And since then it never was vacant, with no hesitation Get at your chin have you lookin like Leatherface on vacation For tryin to make statements MaKe way for the cake maker, trey eight shooter Hooba smoke through the dope pimp player God Body persona honor my winter gear Triple goose gun talk, P.A. clack Clack clack clack motherf**er yeah C.A.'s back [Hook] Back down, cause n***a we back now; back down, cause n***a we back now Back down, cause n***a we back now; C.A., P.A., we burnin the track down Back down, cause n***a we back now; back down, cause n***a we back now Back down, cause n***a we back now; Rasco, C.A., we burnin the track down [Rasco] Yeah - semi-automatic with it Tell n***as that I work hard, that means I gotta get it Still rollin with the gla** tinted Gotta do it up front never tell 'em at the last minute But you gotta put some cash in it C.A. quick to blast, spit the gas Now it's, highly octane, brothers thinkin they can stop fame Man n***as really pop thangs Out rollin in the drop stained Still lookin for a breeze to freak for more cheese, get it She said that I'm tryin to hit it Got it all f**ed up man I'm tryin to split it C'mon, you know we got ready to smash Smash, ain't none of y'all better than Ras' Ras', I'm 'bout to put a foot in your a** And keep movin, bumpin this track and keep groovin [Hook] [Planet Asia] Blood brothers, take it back home, hood life And never forget, we still live the good life Ras and As', cash for days Pull the shotty out my Sean John and blast your braids Ask your dame, she should know cause she got brains At the weed spot lookin for Jane, this is gold chain Cali Agents yard game, guns click, bandanas black f** a battle rap, where the cabbage at? [Rasco] Yo it's the head slapper Dick Swan' still the head rapper, right now it's the dead factor It's the bread stacker, paint shirts with the red lacquer Spit rhymes not a gun clapper The before and after, better call an after Wrote the book, you lookin at a closed chapter First and last, provoke your past Back down so that we don't have to choke yo' a** n***a [Hook]