Old Thing Back Cifras

[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 1]
 F                                      C
To sex, I'm similar to the thriller 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                                         C
I got the pack of Rough Riders in 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                                         Am
So recognize the d*ck size in these 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
                       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                                   Am
Notorious know to bust in your E Y 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                                             Am
'Cause y'all don't know how to act 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
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