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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 -ss
duns bop they heads’ till they, break they neck
i put this, game in check
i got these b-tches 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 suckin’ t-tties like i’m f-ckin’ 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, h-llo mcfly!
we all got a f-ckin’ biff in our lives
a little bully with a mission in mind
to make your life a little harder quit your b-tchin’ 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-t
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 d-gg-n’ on you call me einstein
blind eye, catch me runnin’ through your casa with duct tape
just to grab your sister and split, cinnamon t-ts
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

- teddy b lyrics

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