Yep, I'm Back - Fabolous

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Boom, clap, boom, clap

Boom, clap, boom, clap

Boom, clap, boom, clap

Now everybody get your hands up

Now everybody get your hands up

Loso, mo' betta, mo' chetta

I do da rose, I am not a moeta

Challenge me with the bling, these n*** know betta

The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters

H*** betta have a fall back attack

I come through like a funeral, all black on black

Couple 6 deuces, all back to back

Few flyin' Spurs, all back to back

We da '04, '05 dunkin' in dem

When it comes to makin' O’s we like dunkin' to dem

Na, I ain’t talkin' donuts

I’m talkin' white ones like the Nike low cuts

You couldn’t see me if you stood on your tipy toes

But you could smell this Cali *** with da zipy closed

Damn Skippy Doe, the seats is peanut butter

You neva seen a studda like street fidda didda damn

Yep, I’m back stuntin', yep, I’m back frontin'

Yep, I’m somebody who made somethin' outta nothin'

Yep, I know you see somethin' dat you wantin'

It’s just somethin' about me, you can’t go without me, y’all

Said you can’t go on without me, y’all

Said you can’t go on without me, y’all

Now everybody get your hands up

Now everybody get your hands up

Mo' stuntin', mo' frontin'

How you gettin' it, homie? Show sum’n

You could ask about him, he go hard

With dat A M E X Negro card

Last time I was seen in a strip club Rain

I hurricane Katrina da strip club

May I say I made away

Stay fly till the day I fade away

Hey, I prey, I stay out of a hater’s way

Lemme play like A.I. just get to da point

Lemme hear him say I when he spit to the joint

You gonna hear it spray when I get to the joint

And a blind man could see dat the n*** wit Fab

Is gonna come like them dudes

Came for Tony at the Babylon

Rapid fire, do you know a rappa flyer? The L O S O, I guess no

Yep, I’m back stuntin', yep, I’m back frontin'

Yep, I’m somebody who made somethin' outta nothin'

Yep, I know you see somethin' dat you wantin'

It’s just somethin' about me, you can’t go without me, y’all

Said you can’t go on without me, y’all

Said you can’t go on without me, y’all

Now everybody get your hands up

Now everybody get your hands up

Mo' winin', mo' dinin'

Girls slow winin', gangstas throw signs in

I can’t help that the chain is so shinin'

Dat this s*** on my wrist is just co-signin'

They don’t search us, they know we got the flamers

Still let us slide through the door like Craimer

I believe in God but my true religion

Is stuffin' big faces down in these True Religions

We everywhere, you ain’t neva there

New Coupes, shoes shine like patented leather Airs

Pushin' sum’n, we ain’t got our names on

Two '07's, neither one of us is James Bond

We in da VIP’s wit da big names

Fendi aviator shades wit the big frames

The streets is watchin', hood is lookin'

Brooklyn’s back, well, look at how good I’m lookin'

Yep, I’m back stuntin', yep, I’m back frontin'

Yep, I’m somebody who made somethin' outta nothin'

Yep, I know you see somethin' dat you wantin'

It’s just somethin' about me, you can’t go without me, y’all

Said you can’t go on without me, y’all

Said you can’t go on without me, y’all

Now everybody get your hands up

Now everybody get your hands up

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