Back In Da Building Lyrics by E.s.g.

Back In Da Building

[talking:]In case you forgot, a nameThat's been ringing on your block, yearsIndependent hits, they always hotSo therefor all hail, the return of the king[Hook:]Move around, cause I'm right back in the houseBack in the building, standing up for the SouthYeah, I'm one of the realest ever doin thisIt's more than music, so homie join my movement and uhMove around, cause I'm right back in the houseBack in the building, standing up for the SouthDropping hits, yep E's a starAnd I'm right back, like I left the keys to my car whoa[E.S.G.:]Move around, cause I'm right back in the houseOne of the first up out the South, with thirty G's in my mouthAll these brand new rappers, they say they flipping birdsI guess it's the in thang, they say they sipping syrupThat's a damn lie, I never seen em with a cupSay they ride big wheels, I never seen em in a truckBut I seen em riding a bus, let's be for real broOnly seen em riding candy, was on the videoNow they saying that they smoke cush, cause everybody
do itI guess they get they ideas, from everybody musicI ain't talking bout one, cause it's mo' individualsThese boys in this rap game, so hypocritcalSo damn political, and don't even voteTalking bout these dutches and swisha sweets, and don't even smokeBrand new Rolex, or should I say recoupelexSoon as the label give it to ya, they gon take it out ya check yeah[Hook][E.S.G.:]Move around, cause I'm right back in the houseSome drop bricks, we drop hits down SouthI can't lie, the hottest thang going is SwishahouseBut the whole movement started, at my homie Screw's houseI ain't hating homie, cause that's the god damn truthDon't believe what I'm saying, come get some god damn proofTropicana orange juice, naw that ain't our colorWe like candy blue or red, inside's peanut butterThat's interior dummy, don't relate or hate meThe picture ain't clear, I put it in HDAsk some Southern DJ's, who drop hits they spin emYep Swangin' And Bangin', one of the songs of the milleniumWanna be a Baller, that
's a double platinum hookI got about a thousand mo', in my notebookThousand fans waving they hands, me and Big Moe rocking inWhile you big budget artists, hottest steady flopping man[Hook][E.S.G.:]Move around, cause I'm right back in the houseIt ain't no secret, trend setters down SouthWorking wood wheels, with TV's keeping it realLook how many cats, trying to rock a ice grillLook at Bun B's "Trill", number one on the chartsHe was long overdue, you know that's straight from the heartI pay homage to those, who opened do's and paved wayGetto Boys, Scarface, Pimp C and Lil' JSuavehouse, Cash Money, No Limit to ScrewEast coast West coast, yep I wanna thank youFor Run DMC, to the Tribe Called QuestN.W.A., Snoop and Dre out WestSpice 1, Above the Law, there's so many groupsAll the early entrpreneurs, like Russell Simmons and LouI'm the truth in the booth, a million hits on my sleeveEvery year I reutrn, like it's New Years Eve I'm screaming[Hook]