(feat. Da Unda Dogg)



[Chorus: x4]

[Back 2 Da Basics Overlaps the Chorus]

Doing The Same Ol Thang



[Da Unda Dogg]

Back 2 Da Basics where I wont sale yak

see I got get back mothafuck the jacks

strapped me a gat just in case of the rap pack

I got another five to survive

my boss keep sweatin' me workin' me fo days

shit can a nigga get a raise

man I got a child to support and this ain't workin'

can't pop yay cuz the police is lerkin'

it's gettin to point where I'm bout to say fuck it

jackin' muthafuckas in a bucket

can't I be back where I started straight cold hearted

my family would look at me retarded disregarded

because I must get risk legit

a couple Benz and a kit and they can't do shit

see they got theirs, and y'alls got y'alls

and now its time to get mine and plus I got balls

boss fo a sec as nigga run a check on this microphone

to see if its on



[Chorus]



I called a few friends

and see if they could front me some ends

they all talking about it depends

what you need it fo, now ain't that strange

how money make a muthafucka change

and I bout had it with this job choppin down woods

while my homies choppin ki's in the hood

livin' good, and I can't stand one mo case

because the judge would throw the fuckin book in my face

that's why everybody is willin' to die

to get a fat piece of the pie

im coming up dry, my pockets is chapped

im thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat

silly of me how dumb could I be

its time to make a call to the homie MD

can a nigga get plugged, I heard you got juice

and I got a few I'll like to produce

don't sweat the style cuz I got flow

that why I called yo ass to let you know



[Chorus]



Now everythings fine no more grime

the feds can't stick me with no more time

i told my boss that he could kiss my black ass

cuz being on this team, the longer its gone last

i made my rounds threw the jordans down

and off to the crest hittin' zest by the pounds

no more settin' trippin unless you want to trip

wit my zest hit yo ass like a Vietnam vet

I bet I'll go far if I could be a star

eatting chitlings and ham and I could give a damn

bout Uncle Sam because my army's getting paid

hittin' with the lyrics they know they can't fade

so I stop scheming up a mission to plot

avoiding three huints and a cop

I got to give a shoot fo my homies in the pin

cuz without yo help I'll never get in'

gave a in' to my mom and I drop the bombs

like the homeboy rhomes

Im Back 2 Da Basics



[Chorus]



Doin Doin the same ol thing huh

Doin the same old thing