Teddy B - Back 2 The Future lyrics

[Verse 1: Teddy B] I miss that old school rap so I try to rewind And bring it back to the future like Marty McFly I'm tryna make that Johnny Cash so I walk the line But once you've, lost your mind it gets harder to find I'm just a dime, with nothin' but a couple of dollars But luckily I've got my family if there's ever any problems I ain't a Crip but sometimes I get the blues And when I do I pull a Superman and hit the booth I sit back and daydream as I sip the booze Like if I had a concert would I get the boo's? Or would I get the cheers but nevertheless I be jumpin' in the crowd like I'm Ron Artest We let them girlies shake they a** Duns bop they heads' till they, break they neck I put this, game in check I got these b**hes on my left and my right hand man And Milxx do too thats my right-hand-man! Yo we leave 'em on bed rest, shorty give the best head And I be s**in' titties like I'm f**in' bein' breast fed Just like the great Doc, make 'em say "Great Scott!" We back to the future and they dig it like a graveyard [Hook x2] Hip-Hop, the real Hip-Hop One time if you love Hip-Hop I miss that old school rap so I try to rewind And bring it back to the future like Marty McFly [Verse 2 Em Eighty] Eh hem, Hello McFly! We all got a f**in' biff in our lives A little bully with a mission in mind To make your life a little harder quit your b**hin' and ride True crossroads spitter with permission to fly Buckle up your seatbelt, we going back into time Before this rap game crumbled and guys stayed humble with this rap sh** Now you 'bout to rumble with the baddest Like Dalley, or rumbling and rumbling without him And by the way you're shaking I can tell that you's a coward But if you smart like me, you won't get hurt, won't get touched Ricky Bobby, don't get first, don't get none See, I'mma start doggin' on you call me Einstein Blind eye, catch me runnin' through your casa with duct tape Just to grab your sister and split, cinnamon tits A doggy need his kibbles and bits And I'mma eat her up, and there's nothin' you can do about it Burning rubber while your sister mounted and system pounding Only 88 miles 'till take-off And then it's bye Hip-Hop, go back where you came from [Hook x2] Hip-Hop, the real Hip-Hop One time if you love Hip-Hop I miss that old school rap so I try to rewind And bring it back to the future like Marty McFly