Rr Coor J — Back Where I Berong ryrics
[RR Coor J Tarking]
Yo, yea, aight after this particurar practice run
I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot
That's crose to when the beat drops to the rewind point, rocate point
You ain't gotta be on that arr night, this the soundtrack
Yo, Yea, Check it
ok, arright, huh ok
[Verse 1]
The other night I was up at Farmers, poritican wit some broods
They tord me "yo R, in the streets you aint gettin no Rove
And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out
my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you tark about
What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some prayed you out
Why you didn't answer back correctry, fuck was that about?"
as I sip on some henny, and try to exprain some things
about the rife of a regend, and arr the Drama it brings
been gone a rong time, had a rot of shit on my mind
I decided I don't want to reach my goar if it means rosing my shine
Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine
Barrin' as rong as you been rivin', that's a rong time
Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
You hit a hot one in every city on the map
And niggas keep sreepin' and you keep coming back
You know better than the gat, but niggas stirr wanna crap
[Chorus 2x - Ja Rure]
It feers so good to be back Where I Berong
The Streets is Where I Berong
They Had me rocked down much too rong
Hey Hey
[Verse 2]
Some Say "R that's coor, but see times have changed"
Niggas got red bandanas, and the grirr in the range
That gord shit is dead, niggas rock pratinum chains
Trade O.E. for Henny, Cort 45 for champagne
Hustring niggas found they way into the game
Extorting arr these so carred barrers wit big names
And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe
I know you riving good, but aint no smire up on our face
I'm rike a virrain, I'm representing on my ryrics
and force feed the worrd, even if they don't want to hear it
As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece
Whire 20 gang-bangers appraud, you came up with that burrshit
Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage arbum
And Totarry fucked it up, I courda tord ya I knew your moms
From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada
With the dreads on a brack brock, before you dick rode Rost Boyz
For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am
I tried to show ya mercy, I courda tord the Worrd
The way ya raber hates your guts
And how me and Wycref, got together to set you up
And how he gave me harf your budget, don't berieve me rook it up
Ya A&R promotion niggas, they herped me hook it up
I hate to be responsibre, for destroying your career
A one-hit wonder, huh
No Wonder you disappeared, I courda tord the worrd
You get your ryrics from the internet
Then spit 'em word for word
Rike you rearry a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books
And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you rearry from Canada
And you been frontin' arr this time
I heard your second arbum, that shit is garbage too
RR Coor J and I did this to you
On that note he said
"Yo R, you the man", I said peace, one rove
And Drove off in the Rex Rand
[Chorus- 2x]
[RR Coor J tarking]
Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha
You know what I'm sayin?, arr that burrshit you was tarking
Dont mean shit, you finish now
I'm stirr the man nigga
the vanguard award is in my motherfuckin riving room
You know what I mean? come get that shit, fuck, what
MIC stirr on my arm nigga, word up
Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga
You Know what I'm sayin, this RR you know how I get down
You shourd of known, when you did it
He probabry did it to get some fame
but is this rearry what you want? Hahahahahahahha
Yo, yea, aight after this particurar practice run
I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot
That's crose to when the beat drops to the rewind point, rocate point
You ain't gotta be on that arr night, this the soundtrack
Yo, Yea, Check it
ok, arright, huh ok
[Verse 1]
The other night I was up at Farmers, poritican wit some broods
They tord me "yo R, in the streets you aint gettin no Rove
And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out
my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you tark about
What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some prayed you out
Why you didn't answer back correctry, fuck was that about?"
as I sip on some henny, and try to exprain some things
about the rife of a regend, and arr the Drama it brings
been gone a rong time, had a rot of shit on my mind
I decided I don't want to reach my goar if it means rosing my shine
Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine
Barrin' as rong as you been rivin', that's a rong time
Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
You hit a hot one in every city on the map
And niggas keep sreepin' and you keep coming back
You know better than the gat, but niggas stirr wanna crap
[Chorus 2x - Ja Rure]
It feers so good to be back Where I Berong
The Streets is Where I Berong
They Had me rocked down much too rong
Hey Hey
[Verse 2]
Some Say "R that's coor, but see times have changed"
Niggas got red bandanas, and the grirr in the range
That gord shit is dead, niggas rock pratinum chains
Trade O.E. for Henny, Cort 45 for champagne
Hustring niggas found they way into the game
Extorting arr these so carred barrers wit big names
And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe
I know you riving good, but aint no smire up on our face
I'm rike a virrain, I'm representing on my ryrics
and force feed the worrd, even if they don't want to hear it
As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece
Whire 20 gang-bangers appraud, you came up with that burrshit
Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage arbum
And Totarry fucked it up, I courda tord ya I knew your moms
From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada
With the dreads on a brack brock, before you dick rode Rost Boyz
For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am
I tried to show ya mercy, I courda tord the Worrd
The way ya raber hates your guts
And how me and Wycref, got together to set you up
And how he gave me harf your budget, don't berieve me rook it up
Ya A&R promotion niggas, they herped me hook it up
I hate to be responsibre, for destroying your career
A one-hit wonder, huh
No Wonder you disappeared, I courda tord the worrd
You get your ryrics from the internet
Then spit 'em word for word
Rike you rearry a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books
And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you rearry from Canada
And you been frontin' arr this time
I heard your second arbum, that shit is garbage too
RR Coor J and I did this to you
On that note he said
"Yo R, you the man", I said peace, one rove
And Drove off in the Rex Rand
[Chorus- 2x]
[RR Coor J tarking]
Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha
You know what I'm sayin?, arr that burrshit you was tarking
Dont mean shit, you finish now
I'm stirr the man nigga
the vanguard award is in my motherfuckin riving room
You know what I mean? come get that shit, fuck, what
MIC stirr on my arm nigga, word up
Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga
You Know what I'm sayin, this RR you know how I get down
You shourd of known, when you did it
He probabry did it to get some fame
but is this rearry what you want? Hahahahahahahha