Welcome 2 Da Backwudz

[Intro: x2]

Are you feelin' groovy baby

Are you feelin' good

[Voice over the intro:]

I can't get no sleep at night, no

But everything seems to be alright

[Verse 1:]

Ok

What you wanna do

Sho-Nuff coolest whip

Chevrolet cruise ship, flip down, tip the hip

And I

Walk in the party show me the marley [? ]

Play your women like Atari

Game spittin' like Ferraris

They wanna' ride, experience the Harley

First album triple platinum

Shippin' for more CDs in stores

Wood work, sweep the floor with competition, get permission

Do your best rendition if you wanna' be hot like boiling pots

Smoke shifted Macintosh [? ]

You gotta' work hard to earn your spot

First plane car train

Ride it to the Hall of Fame

Like Walter Payton, one date so now your late

'Cause she broke my concentration, but still I'm optimistic

Got rap by the balls, now we boa constrict it

My flow is so consistent like traffic in the daylight

We take your rapper salary like Don King Fight Night

Up to on the bandwagon, up the system listen good

If somebody ask you what, tell 'em "Welcome to the backwudz"

[Chorus:]

Chevrolets and Cadillacs

Chronic sacks, chrome flats

Drinkin' on the cognac

Welcome to the backwudz

Ox tails and collard greens

Fried chicken, rice and beans

Moonshine canteen

Welcome to the backwudz

Crunk with women, po's, sliders

Baby mommas, pacifiers

Broken windows, slashed tires

Welcome to the backwudz

Pro tools and vocal booths

Microphones, LPs

Super hot sixteen

Welcome to the backwudz

Ya hear me?

[Verse 2:]

What it's about, the lyrics and beats

We blend 'em both and work the streets

The pens, pads, mics, booths

Make you relax and makin' you move

All at the same time

We back at the wudz to slang rhymes

We educate through our rhymes

Takin' my city to cloud nine

We shimmer like Dizzy Gillespie

Down on my knees he blessed me

Givin 'em thanks for talent he gave

Without him there is no me

Church music and oldies and R&B consoled me

But nothin' sounded better than what the hip hop told me

You act so phony

Bananas in your tailpipe

You only Winn Dixie in your pocket if you save right

Black X and where they at [? ]

Boys who got the chronic sack

Sho-Nuff so tough

Whipping that candy Cadillac

And just for niggas who wanna's act

I pack at Gat and I'm known to jack

Known to crush a frivilous rapper

Nigga these rappers prone to that

I'm flowin' like the Mississippi

Rollin' like a blunt of sticky

Headed to the top of the game

You know Decatur comin' with me

I believe 'dat.

[Chorus]