Old Thing Back

 F                C
What you wanna do?    I got that old
 thing back
 G                  Am
What you wanna see?    Baby sing 
relax and feel him
 F                 C
What you wanna do?   I got that old 
thing back
 G                 Am
What you wanna see?   Baby sing 
relax and feel him


[Verse 1]
 F                                 
To sex, I'm similar to the thriller
     C
 in Manila,

Honey's call me Bigga, the condom 
filler
 G
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff 
d*ck
        Am
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, 
now check this sh*t
            F                    
I got the pack of Rough Riders in 
                     C
the back of the Pathfinder

You know the ep along by James Todd
 G
Smith I get swift with the lyrical 
gift
         Am
Hit you with the d*ck, make your 
kidneys shift
         F
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not 
Domino
           C
I got the funk flow to make your 
drawers drop slow
     G                             
So recognize the d*ck size in these
            Am
 Karl Kani jeans

I wear thirteens, know what I mean
   F
I f*ck around and hit you with the 
Hennessey d*ck
   C
Mess around and go blind, don't get 
to see sh*t
 G
  The next batter, here to shatter 
your bladder
 Am
  It doesn't matter skinny or fat or
 F
Light skinned or black, baby I drop 
these
 C
Boricua mommies screamin' "Aiy papi"
 G
I love it when they call me Big 
Poppa
 Am
I only smoke blunts if they rolled 
propa
 F
Look, I gotcha caught up with the 
drunk flow
 C
F*ck Tae Kwon do, I tote a fo'-fo'
 G
For ni**az gettin' mad 'cause they 
b*tch chose me
      Am
A big black motherf*cker with G ya 
see
             F
All I do is separate the game from 
the truth
          C
Big bang boots from the Bronx to 
Bolivia
           G
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newton
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                       Am
Tricks suck my clique d*ck all day 
with no trivia
    F
So gimme a    hoe, a bankroll and a 
bag of weed
 C
I'm guaranteed to f*ck her till her 
nose bleed
 G
Even if your new man's a certified 
mack
 Am
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll
 want that old thing back


[Chorus]
 F                C
What you wanna do?    I got that old
 thing back
 G                  Am
What you wanna see?    Baby sing 
relax and feel him
 F                 C
What you wanna do?   I got that old 
thing back
 G                 Am
What you wanna see?   Baby sing 
relax and feel him


[Verse 2]
 F
Old thing back
                    C
Like B I double G I E, with some R U
 L E
 G                                 
Notorious know to bust in your E Y 
  Am
E, baby baby

B*tches know they love and hate me
   F
I come, you come, we come with back 
some maybe
    C
How close we came to coming together
 is crazy
     G
How come you ain't your sis with 
similar faces
        Am
When I come you be cryin' like I'm 
killin' ya b*tches
      F
You know there's a bigger picture 
than the camera rolled
           C
'Cause I only got to knowin' how the
 sh*ts unfolded
       G
Back shots through the rear, got the
 mack unloaded
        Am
Got a reload, like every so-often 
Sayin'
           F
I got my swagger back I'm lookin' 
like b*tch,
             C
my swagger never left But we so hard
 pressed,
         G
to be impressed by these new rappers
 They actors,
         Am
and the fact is, you want that old 
thing back


[Chorus]
 F                C
What you wanna do?    I got that old
 thing back
 G                  Am
What you wanna see?    Baby sing 
relax and feel him
 F                 C
What you wanna do?   I got that old 
thing back
 G                 Am
What you wanna see?   Baby sing 
relax and feel him


[Verse 3]
                      F
Is my mind playin' tricks, like 
Scarface and Bushwick
        C
Willie D, havin' nightmares of girls
 killin' me
     G
She mad because what we had didn't 
last
      Am
I'm glad because her cousin let me 
hit the ass
          F
F*ck the past let's dwell on the 500
 SL
 C
The E&J and Ginger Ale
                    G
The way my pockets swell to the rim 
with Benjamin's
         Am
Another hun's in the crib, please 
send her in
         F
I f*ck nonstop, lick my lips a lot, 
used to lick the clits a lot
 C
But lickin' clits had to stop
              G                    
'Cause y'all don't know how to act 
                         Am
when the tongue go down below

Peep the funk flow, really though
           F
I got the cleanest, meanest, pen*s
          C
Ya never seen this stroke of genius
                  G
So take off your Tim boots and your 
bodysuit
                Am
I mean the Spandex and hit my man 
next
             F
Sex gettin' rougher when it come to 
the nut buster
       C
Pu**y crusher, black nasty 
motherf*cker
         G
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
            Am
And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm 
undressin' 'em
              F
F*ck whatcha heard who's the best in
 New York
             C
For fillin' fantasies without that 
ni**a Mr. Walk
        G
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around 
my d*ck
 Am
And when I'm done I got to split, 
sh*t


[Chorus] x3
 F                C
What you wanna do?    I got that old
 thing back
 G                  Am
What you wanna see?    Baby sing 
relax and feel him
 F                 C
What you wanna do?   I got that old 
thing back
 G                 Am
What you wanna see?   Baby sing 
relax and feel him