Lyrics:
gave me my red guitar
The best gift by far, was you babe I'm sendin' all that love that you gave
Right back atcha babe
Right back atcha babe just
Right back atcha, same to you
Ditto Darlin', I love you too
The feeling's mutual, it goes both ways you know
It's reciprocal, emotion's identical
on a hog
And I sat back
Laughin atcha!
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back
Laughin atcha!
Little
on a hog
And I sat back
Laughin atcha!
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back
Laughin atcha!
Little
on the trigger my eyes on a hog
And I sat back laughin atcha!
(Say it loud) sittin in the woods upon a log
(I'm funky and I'm proud)
Finger on the trigger my eyes
goes so slow
Glory glory, Hallelujah
Right back atcha, hope that'll do ya
Don't look at me like there's something I shouldn't have said
Just 'cause that
Boomerang back atcha
And I'm a real outcast in the flesh
We were sent here by the Wicked Witch of the West
It's all economics and imperialism
But you won't
All around the world
A nigga active getting dough
My nigga tell me what you need
I get back atcha with the quote
It's a thousand plus degrees I'm
and 15th
The police man is tryin' to get atcha
Catcha, snatcha, open up your fridge
Nuttin' lookin' back atcha
So you open up your freeza and say 'God,
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-man
History in the making
Let's go
Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
Uh huh uh uhh, uhh
I spit the murder, murder,
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let's go
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
This the motherfuckin' back atcha Trick
Don't even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch
This is where the real killers at
Detroit, motherfucker
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
up your fridge
Nuttin' lookin' back atcha
So you open up your freeza and say "God, please"
I wish we had more of this some government cheese
I'm
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
[C-Bo:]
Back at'cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh's
Young thugs, ready to protect with fo'-fo's
On a mission mashin', nonstop 'til we cashed in
cocked
Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block
Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static
Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with
from you
Yo, she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candlelight right back atcha
Put your credit card through it, she know what to flaunt
I
the talent and time
Like that proverbial banana got rama
High above the crowd we're starin' back atcha
We're doing whatever we're pleasin'
The sound is comin'
da da di da di da di da"
[Verse 1: Krayzie]
Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya
Krayzie keepin it flaming, so
DOA
Back atcha Once again
DOA got the track
And my man Smokie
He got the word Y'all
Somethin' somethin'
Yeah, Talkin somethin bout that man
Somethin
make a lick, and leave em askin
Who is Big Mike? and like that I'm back atcha
Partner, handle your businesss, I ain't mad atcha
Million dollar lyrics I
All about you
All, all about you
All about you
Cause' everything's become
Beach towels
Blankets
Late-night drives
Red hats
The strap-back atcha type
an actor
Happy ending is all that I am after
back atcha
I want you
But you gotta come with it now
I need you
But I want you to come with something true
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