[Intro: x2]
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Are you feelin' groovy baby
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Are you feelin' good
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[Voice over the intro:]
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I can't get no sleep at night, no
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But everything seems to be alright
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[Verse 1:]
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Ok
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What you wanna do
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Sho-Nuff coolest whip
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Chevrolet cruise ship, flip down, tip the hip
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And I
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Walk in the party show me the marley [? ]
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Play your women like Atari
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Game spittin' like Ferraris
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They wanna' ride, experience the Harley
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First album triple platinum
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Shippin' for more CDs in stores
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Wood work, sweep the floor with competition, get permission
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Do your best rendition if you wanna' be hot like boiling pots
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Smoke shifted Macintosh [? ]
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You gotta' work hard to earn your spot
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First plane car train
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Ride it to the Hall of Fame
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Like Walter Payton, one date so now your late
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'Cause she broke my concentration, but still I'm optimistic
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Got rap by the balls, now we boa constrict it
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My flow is so consistent like traffic in the daylight
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We take your rapper salary like Don King Fight Night
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Up to on the bandwagon, up the system listen good
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If somebody ask you what, tell 'em "Welcome to the backwudz"
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[Chorus:]
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Chevrolets and Cadillacs
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Chronic sacks, chrome flats
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Drinkin' on the cognac
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Welcome to the backwudz
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Ox tails and collard greens
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Fried chicken, rice and beans
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Moonshine canteen
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Welcome to the backwudz
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Crunk with women, po's, sliders
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Baby mommas, pacifiers
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Broken windows, slashed tires
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Welcome to the backwudz
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Pro tools and vocal booths
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Microphones, LPs
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Super hot sixteen
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Welcome to the backwudz
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Ya hear me?
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[Verse 2:]
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What it's about, the lyrics and beats
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We blend 'em both and work the streets
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The pens, pads, mics, booths
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Make you relax and makin' you move
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All at the same time
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We back at the wudz to slang rhymes
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We educate through our rhymes
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Takin' my city to cloud nine
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We shimmer like Dizzy Gillespie
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Down on my knees he blessed me
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Givin 'em thanks for talent he gave
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Without him there is no me
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Church music and oldies and R&B consoled me
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But nothin' sounded better than what the hip hop told me
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You act so phony
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Bananas in your tailpipe
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You only Winn Dixie in your pocket if you save right
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Black X and where they at [? ]
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Boys who got the chronic sack
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Sho-Nuff so tough
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Whipping that candy Cadillac
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And just for niggas who wanna's act
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I pack at Gat and I'm known to jack
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Known to crush a frivilous rapper
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Nigga these rappers prone to that
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I'm flowin' like the Mississippi
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Rollin' like a blunt of sticky
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Headed to the top of the game
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You know Decatur comin' with me
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I believe 'dat.
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[Chorus]
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Ya hear me?
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Welcome 2 Da Backwudz
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Da Backwudz |