Slaughterhouse - Back On The Scene lyrics

[Intro: Dres] Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go [Hook: Dres] Back on the scene Crispy and clean Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the Black Sheep I just want a gangsta b**h or I be a bad G You sound dry, your legs look a lil hashy You thought what you said was cla**y But Slaughterhouse been about breads since Freddy Bla**ie Freddy this ain't saying nasty I'ma rap a**a**in thats sittin in the Aston Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskell Call me the defensive back on the track spit And the slaughterhouse pigskin and you couldn't put it past me We done been through a whole lot in the past Cuz n***as bash us for bein' spazzes Let it be known we've never known for bein average We prime like the Corleone re-enactment! When it comes to talent, we the Jacksons Eat a track we a**a**ins We, mean, we back on the scene [Hook] [Crooked I] You spend twenties on flowers, me, I put dubs on a Rolls That`s why I`m in the club with your hoes Whatchu lookin hard for Don't spill escargot on yourself and get slugs on your clothes We the ones with the flows Who hit em wit' the dope lines? The answer's right under your nose Whenever hip-hop's falling off the track We pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Til we- Back on the scene, crispy and clean Fix me some whiskey and lean b**h we the kings Only time your music is fly in when I Use your compact disc as a frisbee to fling I`ma cold young n-gger This your ho? Come get her Cuz I`m so done wit her And her whole tongue glitter With the old cum spitter Hit her and slide home, home run hitter [Hook] [Joell Ortiz] Yaowa Its a wrap for your team When I get in that ring I put rap in the feign-ing I don't know whats happening-ing Either I'm getting better or yall falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean Goin my two steps, something fat in between Haters don't get mad at my dreams Opposites attract I'm nice and this track is just mean So I'mma f** it up, flow Avril Lavigne Olive bu*ton up, Bo Jacksons and green Fresh fitted cap on the bean Sorta like a spine on a movie screen Back on the scene Back under the lights like a gat with the beam Back at the register with the plastic machine Back wearing my gold like Magic, Kareem Back in the rap magazines Click! [Hook] [Joe Budden] Check it Them rumors you heard about me I refute those The attribute of hoes Don't affect my attitude at all Die from what you told Blood on your new clothes Cause even the biggest form of Nuvo! What they want, two Glocks with ‘em Be in the box wit' em Tryna box wit' em while they got the ox wit em Dot the eyes wit' em the whole life's a rehearsal Cars got the horse power of that old spice commercial Silence when the Vets speakin Im jet skiing wit lesbians You just seein', wanna just be him In the casino, spendin petti-cash No worries I'm the same as what you met me as b**hes sayin' go ahead wit' your s**y a** Y'all can have my heart you can get it out this plexigla** Here's a message to the haters I'll take money, power and fear, the respect'll come later [Hook]