Wishbonee - Back to da (Interlude) Lyrics

Naw man, usually y'all be talking all dat, talking all dis, y'all needa just leave it where it's at man
Just leave it where it's at mane
BOOM!!
Just leave it where it's 'posed to be
You barking up the wrong tree
The dogs don't want no smoke with me
And cats just wanna follow me
Follow me, follow me
Be careful who you following
Following, following
The bird will build the nest, before the eggs begin to hatch
And maybe in the safer trees, could help to put your mind at ease
Don't get to close, the door can close, & leave you fiending for the antidote
Cheetah way through life, I hope your faster then a antelope
(Where I park my car?)
As I bow my head to pray
I notice you from far away
It's like you screaming for a interview
Let's get back to the interlude
Back to the future to tutor niggas that should've knew
Why close the do' when the people you know just really you
The man inside the mirror met Adam, atoms kept building you
Into a piece of shit, lest your origins match yo inner view
Teach what you know, what you know is just what man gives to you
Leak then explode, like C4 decoding to hinder you
I smoke the dope, then float, while these bitches blow, on my Dickies suit
(F*ck) I'm trippin, back to the interlude
Count me in, don't count me out
Don't swipe for me, the price is cheap
When numbers overlap my bank account
They start to steak my out
But still I'm eating out not, digging change out of the couch
One mo' time
One mo'
Test this bitch out like it's a test tube baby
Back to break da back, I f*cked, her sweatsuit shakin'
Stack, to make a Mac attack, yo Netbook breakin'
Them firewalls, yo dyin' dogs, then leave yo set cold, shakin'
Giving pearls to swine is like respect on Bacon
If Kevin's heart was set apart, then why'd the press forsake it
Pause, my tongue is sharp, like a dart, thats swarming to injure you
I know I stepped off topic, but drop it
Back to the interlude
(Maan)
Lets get back to the interlude
(Maan)
Lets get back to the interlude,
(Maan)
Lets get back to the interlude,
Drive to da sto' & grab a cig from da homeful
I might be homeless end of month, if I cant get off with Oprah
I'm like a ghost, don't lose yo hope when you see me
I put five fingers in yo face, like Triple H did John Cena