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Rewind II (Explicit) - The Game
Lyrics by：Cash Jones/Jayceon Taylor
The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco
I moonwalk back to the car
Gun on my waist
Take the ski mask off of my face
Blunt flies back in the trunk
Between my index and my middle finger
It's stuck
Inhale the smoke
Take a puff
Drivin' in reverse
Proceed to light it up
'Mattic
Still Nas too
Listenin'
It's me and the opp
Gets further in distance
Hand on my watch
Movin' backwards
The Chronic jumps out the back wood
As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up
Text from a b***h sayin' eat to go and steal
Put my phone back in my pocket
Took my knee off the wheel
Hand on my wheel
My car in drive
Foot on the gas
Up the freeway ramp
Adjust the rearview and look at my past
Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill
Lauryn
And uncrumble all of this hash
Back in the carpool flippin' off 12
The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells
Cutie smilin' at me
I unthrew up the deuce
Triple one-two
Three-one-three
Three-one-two
On the side of a purple Maseratti
Wonder if she got a body up
Should I think I
It's a hotty
Goin' down on the up ramp
Creep slow
Back to the light
I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night
Talkin' on my burner cell like
"At he where"
Back into a parkin' spot
Handicap in the mirror
Car door opens
My n***a out yells
"Woo-Su"
Windows roll up
I'm thinkin' to myself
"Who these n***as in this coupe"
Back in the store
Woods back in my hand
Sit 'em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz
And says"n***a my You thank" I pass him a coke can
10000 goes back in my pocket in rubberbands
Back to the whip in rewind
Back to the spot
Walkin' up the stairs backwards
The clip comes outta the Glock
The key goes back in the lock
I walk in facin' out
Take my shoes off and fall on the couch
This b***h takes my d**k out of her mouth
Stands back up and tells me what her day was about
We hug as her clothes fly up her hands
Lip singin' B Cardi while she dance
Credits roll down chill and Netflix
As I unfasten the latch on my Cuban Link necklace
She gave me a second hug for the first time
Walks outta the door back in the Uber
As I'm cleanin' my 9
I sit it down right next to my phone
Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna
Runnin' 'round in a thong
Woke up tired and went back to the booth
Sample God's Sons
Rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop
Nas：
Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done
Pull up a chair
Hon'
And put it in the air
Son
Dawg
Whatever they call you
God
Just listen
I spit a story backwards
It starts at the endin'
