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 "Nigga 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 ass 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 shit 4-Tay is back again
Chorus: Now I'm off a that dank and gin, (Foe baby where you been) Oh shit 4-Tay is back again, In the studio clockin ends (x2)
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 titles Walk with this, ride with this, slide with this Still guaranteed to move yo hips So do what cha wanna girls get sassy Oh get to talkin bout oooooh that's nasty What's nasty the way you dancin Shakein you pants and Niggas 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 spicy 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 niggas choking I'm a do my part don't fight the feelin Oh shit 4-Tay is back again