Story Behind The Song

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Song Description

Happy Rap tune with a 60's feel melody

Lyrics

Once Again
Featuring Sniper & Yoda
Produced By 2J
Written By Sniper & Yoda


Verse 1:
Yoda
I knock muthafucka’s out with my tiger fist,
the shaolin warrior comin from the mist,
the nigga who got bout fifty Gs in his wrist,
and there ain’t no way that you be stoppin this,
catch me at the bar with a full bottle of “Cris”
or chillin backstage, smokin cannabis,
as I spit worldwide lyrics like UPS,
20 inches on the ride, nothin more, nothin less,
the crazy nigga, who’s ears is always shinning,
and I’ll be fuckin all your hoes with perfect moves and timing,
ride a CL6 like everyday,
but y’all can’t see me
I’m like Keizer Showtzey,
the nigga who don’t be wearin no 3 piece suits,
catch me in the club with some baggy jeans and boots,
the type of nigga that sells out all of his shows,
and I be lookin gangsta from my head to my toes,
haters see me blingin now you want a piece of that,
my pap’s warned me “never leave home without your gat”,
the type of nigga quick, to catch a misdemeanor
drivin fast 120 gettin’ head in a Bema

Chorus:
Once again it’s the man with the master plan,
They call him Yoda man, soon you’ll understand
Why he’s lyrical dan da da comin up proper,
Other MCs.. Blaka, Blaka x2



Bridge:
We’re dirty (dirty), Nasty (nasty),
Crazy, ooh baby.. x2


Verse 2:
Sniper
Pass the mic, NC, CY,
the Prince of Napa, let me tell you why,
in the mid 80’s came the Black & White,
the first urban club to hit this side,
my uncle Melfin, was hostin the night,
more money more problems, the fam was tight,
shield to shield we kept the shield wall tight,
and twenty years later the world knows are vibes,
back then we had to struggle to get by,
father had to work hard day and night,
blurred visions in my mind, I was only nine,
that was the time when I got my first bike,
we kept on ridin, expandin the business,
moved up to five clubs introduced to the riches,
in fact the riches introduced the bitches,
and then came the snitches which ended up in the ditches,
so let me round it up cause we’re about the blow up,
Napa Connect, in fact we’re tearin shit up,
five clubs, two FMs, karts, water park,
all you haters (blaka, blaka) this ain’t no beginners luck

Chorus:
Once again it’s the man with the master plan,
They call him Sniper man, soon you’ll understand
Why he’s called the Prince of Napa, comin up proper,
Other MCs.. Blaka, Blaka x2

Bridge:
We’re dirty (dirty), Nasty (nasty),
Crazy, ooh baby..
Verse 3:
Yoda
I’m similar to Batman, I hate jokers and two-faces,
I only fuck with fly mammies from different races,
I hate the law politicians and court cases,
I only spend cheddar that’s green with big faces,
from monte carlo to rome condos in all places,
got keys flown from overseas in suit cases,
I only rock kicks with three stripes and fat laces
I love phat cars, fast money, honeyz and speed chases
you know who I be up in that chromed out Bentley,
see me on the T.V, sittin next to Missy about to get a grammy,
your lady wanna love me, said she adores me,
took her on a holiday ridin on a jet ski,
(I know y’all niggaz jealous right?)
Niggaz gettin jealous, when I’m in that two-seater
but they can’t front, cause I pack my two-heater
guaranteed to leave you frozen like Mike Jackson’s Thriller,
shootin hoops for the underground cos you’re a 6 feeter
this one’s dedicated to the sexy ladies,
keep bouncin like that and you’ll be havin my babies,
I wanna get with y’all cause y’all be fresh like daises
and the way you shake your tities, be drivin me crazy

Chorus:
Once again it’s the man with the master plan,
They call him Yoda man, soon you’ll understand
Why he’s lyrical dan da da comin up proper,
Other MCs.. Blaka, Blaka x2