ฟังเพลงI'm Back (Explicit)

I'm Back - Slim Thug

China somewhere place

I do this fo tha block (block) I do this fo the hood (hood)

I do this fo tha streets cause the streets

Keep me good (keep me good) I do it for tha hustlas (hustlas)

I do it for tha thugs (thugs)

I do it for the gs cause tha gs show me luv (show me luv)

I came in tha game seventeen real loud

Only thang on my mind make my momma proud

Started rockin crowds

Getting d**e from shows and as tha fame rolls then came the hoes

Then came tha clothes then came the cars

Next thang I kno I'm a ghetto supastar

So here come tha haters travelin by tha packs

But never mind them cause aaaaaa b**ch I'm back

I pour up a cup fill the swissa with cud

And fire it up so I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high)

Mo' money mo' problems they say that's how it is

When ya live like a boss (like a boss)

Ya see I been on my grind fo some time

And tha streets thought a ni**a fell off (hell nah ni**a)

But if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes I'm a still be well off

Cause b**ch I'm back

A born boss got nuthin to lose

Still shinin in the game got nuthing to prove

Got rich independent didn't need no deal

Had paper before I signed didn't need no meals

Got hustles on tha side I ain't got to rap

And if all else fails I still got tha trap

I don't f**k with you rappers ya'll fake to me

I don't f**k with you niggas ya'll snakes to me

I don't care bout fame f**k bein a star

Let dem take all the pictures just gimme his car

Then gimme his house and his watch and chain

On tha bank account credit cards jot my name

But I guess one come with tha other

So here I go I'm a writin rap hustla

I'm too blessed to complain bout that

So where I gotta sign take ya pictures

Cause b**ch I'm back

I pour up a cup fill the swissa with cud and fire it up so

I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high)

Mo' money mo' problems they say that's

How it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)

Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha streets

Thought a ni**a fell off (hell nah ni**a)

But if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes I'm a still be well off

Cause b**ch I'm back

They say tha truth will hit so f**k it

I'm a go an keep one hundred fo tha public

I dropped already platinum but it only sold gold

And niggas lookin at me like I sold my soul

Cause I'm rappin with d and not mista lee

But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can't see

Before mike came and paul was signed

I was at interscope tryin to find ma mind

Still tippin wasn't toppin three kings just dropped

And I'm a underground artist tryin to get on top

So I listened to my label playin tha

And learned a whole lotta game from that

Just stay true my ni**a and do you

And f**k what another tryin to tell you to do

Continue to spit facts you can bump in them lacs

And o yeah this a dre track b**ch I'm back

I pour up a cup fill the swissa with cud and fire it up so

I can gatha my thoughts (let's get high)

Mo' money mo' problems they say that's

How it is when ya live like a boss (like a boss)

Ya see I been on my grind fo some time and tha

Streets thought a ni**a fell off (hell nah ni**a)

But if I decide not to rhyme no more rhymes I'm a still be well off

Cause b**ch I'm back