Letra de Welcome 2 Da Backwudz

[Intro: x2]
I'm feelin' groovy baby
I'm feelin' good

[Voice over the intro:]
I can't get no sleep at night, no
But everything seems to be alright

[Verse 1: Sho Nuff]
Ok
What you wanna do
Sho-Nuff cool as whip
Chevrolet cruise ship, flip dimes, hips
And I
Walk in the party show me the Marley
Playin' 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 barley pots
More shifts than 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 Sanaa Lathan
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 Nights
Hop to on the bandwagon, bump the system listen good
If somebody ask you, tell 'em "Welcome to the Backwudz"
Ya hear me

[Verse 2: Big Marc]
What it's about, the lyrics and beats
We blend 'em both and work the streets
The pens, pads, mics, booths
Makin' you relax and makin' you move
All at the same time
We back at the wudz to slang rhymes
We educate through Alpine's
And takin' my city to cloud nine
They screamin' like it's 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 Axl Folie
Bananas in your tailpipe
You only Winn Dixie in your pocket if you say he right
Black X and where they at [? ]
Boys he got the chronic sack
Sho-Nuff so tough
Whipping the candy Cadillac
And just for niggas who wanna act
I pack a 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
Believe 'dat

[Coro:]
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 it with me, pole 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?

[Outro: Milwaukee Black]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
It's the captain nigga, Milwaukee Black
Aka young Don King
All you niggas put down that haterade
I told you we would not be stopped
Major Way Entertainment, Rowdy Records
We are now in the building bitches
And it's going down
We welcome you to the Backwudz
So turn this muthafucka up nigga