Get a dose of my brand new twist
For your tape or compact disc
I’m no man when I'm off the indo
With a proper tempo and an instrumental

I get so sick my homies know this
So, kick on back because a player wrote this
Type a rap you know the beat is phat
And when I leave the party homies said you did that

It's a bay thing an everyday thing
You do your thing and I'll do my thing
I take the mic I like to rip it up
And if you call my bluff I'm like ***** what?

I am the rapper, 4-Tay
Don't crowd me fool because your in my way
I gotta run you over, hit the gas
Buck in the next lane on that ***

I bet you never thought I had the capability
It's ninety-foe and I know that you feel me
Fools are comin way too ill-iac
But a gang a the fools is comin way too whack

I'm a drop another one for ninety five
But it's ninety-foe 4-Tay has arrived
Fresh out the lab a little dab
Hit the sucka with a right then a jab

Callin' the kayo misscomayayo
Then you gotta problem with a fool outta Frisco
Now I'm off a that dank and gin
Oh **** 4-Tay is back again

Now I'm off a that dank and gin
(Foe baby where you been)
Oh **** 4-Tay is back again
In the studio clockin' ends

Now I'm off a that dank and gin
(Foe baby where you been)
Oh **** 4-Tay is back again
In the studio clockin' ends

Somebody hold me hold me, I'm getting hyper
A secretary couldn't fade me on a typewriter
All these concepts and new arrivals
For ninety-foe I'm dropping fourteen ***les

Walk with this, ride with this, slide with this
Still guaranteed to move yo hips
So do what cha wanna girls get s***y
Oh get to talkin' bout ooh that's nasty

What's nasty the way you dancin'
Shakein' you pants and *****s be glancin'
Don't blame it on the Rag Top mob
Your just doin' your thing I'm doin' my job

To a faster pace I lace the beat nicely
Once again friends it's so ****y
Finger lickin', never getting caught up no mo
Suckas wanna see me stretched out on death row

Instead of rockin' every crowd that I run into
But they can't fade me and sure can't fade you
From Frisco to Oaktown dank is smokin'
Vallejo to San Jo *****s choking
I'm a do my part don't fight the feelin'
Oh **** 4-Tay is back again

Now I'm off a that dank and gin
(Foe baby where you been)
Oh **** 4-Tay is back again
In the studio clockin' ends

Now I'm off a that dank and gin
(Foe baby where you been)
Oh **** 4-Tay is back again
In the studio clockin' ends

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