Mobetta - Back At The Ranch lyrics

[Intro: Jean Grae] Everybody wanna do cool sh** But don't nobody wanna do fool sh** Good, smart choice; better shut your mouth Cause you don't really wanna f** with them veterans now [Hook: Jean Grae] I don't care Really on my mean We gonna be Creeping on the lean Really wanna be The supreme beings Meanwhile, back at the ranch You ain't the type I told you that they didn't want none These motherf**ers better run, son I told them all to keep their fame on the portal Get the f** up out the border You don't really wanna f** with me [Verse 1: Jean Grae] This is four-four immaculate Bragging the last Man with a bra** hammer-fist Man with a fantabulous Grammy or not -- you amateurs Believe me or not, embarra** you Caring? I'm not; appearing on beats with no parameters Perimeters to limit us, forgiving us for y'all It's ridiculous to think of us thinking of you at all H-E-double hockey sticks, and stick 'em in your craw I'm MJ jheri curl, b**h I'm off the wall They been off that, I live in y'alls laptop Black rock, pop-rap, fill in all the boxes, stat You'd be dumb to think that you'd be filling in my box of cat If you ain't even filling out your boxes -- that's wrong, black Long black Marlboro, sipping on some cognac Han Solo donning a sombrero -- man, come on, toro (Zorro) Throwing three z's on your boring mumbro steez And Jean's sleeve rips the rose off all your sorrows Leave it alone; I'm even evil on my beats alone Increase 'em with Tariq You even need a priest to beat the demons gone Motherf**er had to sneak in on a speakerphone Leaking over speak; you think, when me and Jeannie be alone? Hate me, love me; kid, your hate's ugly Fates trace, s**er; your face was traced sloppy I stay sh**-talking to slam in your b**h rapping I ain't hear nothing from nobody; quit slacking [Hook] [Verse 2: Mobetta] See, I'm a bad motherf**er Forget them other s**ers We the ones in the club That for sure start the ruckus You're hating yourself like you name is Uncle Ruckus I'm done watching the clock so my boon-been dox You can catch me on the grind, cause I put in that work While these other motherf**ers standing in a circle jerk I'm feeling myself real hard, no h*mo Hitting light-speed while the rest is moving in slo-mo yeah My plate's full, but I can really squeeze in four more b**h, stop playing -- got this game in a chokehold I'm not trying to boast, but I do it better than most You lie in bed with me, I turn sheets to ghost My name ring real loud from coast to coast You're in my house, and I'm your host So take off your shoes, and hand me your coats So take off your shoes, and hand me your coats Spectacular, s** blood like Dracula Huff, huff and puff, then smack the sh** out of ya Like, how bout it? We n***as is bout it, bout it Tear some sh** up in the club, next day you'll read about it I can't believe you tried to stunt on me You in back of me, how could you ever front on me? It's a lot like you it's only one of me You probably won't understand this because you're under me [Hook]