Released: May 30, 2008
Featuring: Tre of UCB Pusha T Bun B
Songwriter: Bun B Pusha T Tre of UCB Wale
Producer: Best Kept Secret
[Hook]
Back into go mode
Back in the go go’s
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
[Verse 1 - Wale]
Meet the one and only, yeah homie, I'm Thelonious
Blowing, pause, no trumpet I'm on
Faux pas never and so far clever
They hating on a young'un, get you X like cars
XL no, I was on world tour
And when I touch back, who you thinking they call
Yeah, still high two-steppin' it
Do it for the capital, Wale Ovechkin
SB hundreds, yes dear, I'm on that venison
More or less Lindros, flyer than the rest of them
Mind my intentions, they ain't nothing similar
Sideways, talking out your neck like Zednik
Fly shit I be on
Your highness, then I might get my underground king on
DC hip-hop, get my U Street on
Cops actin' funny, see, they get they blue streak on
DMV, we gone
[Hook]
Back in the gold gold
Back in the cold ?
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
It's Bun B, I'm PA's own
PA's trillest, chilling in my PA zone
I heard 'em try to say that PA's gone
You heard wrong, motherfucker, 'cause PA's home
And on the real, we never left like the right of way
Serving and swerving from dusk to first light of day
You got that good, player, light away
Don't care if we gonna ride and sip
And smoke a whole night away
And I don't lite a J, I fire up the ass end
Of the blunt, take a hit and get to passin'
You wanna hit it, no, don't even get to askin'
Cause it's a close circle, don't try to jump your ass in
You need more weight to leverage
I lay you down, you ain't getting up
Unless you was Kevin Everett (Whoa)
I CD like the District of Columbia flipped
So I'm really hoping that none of you trip
Because I'm
[Hook]
Back in the gold gold
Back in the cold ?
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Back in the gold gold, ;ook at the showboat
Leaves is cocoa, comin' by the boatload
Chains, promo, Playcloths logo
I'm Lennox out of Belly, you see me walking in slow-mo
Or hopping into something with some low-pros
Up and down with the roof, the top is like a yo-yo
Yuugh! The makings of a mogul
I'm up and down with the price, the corner's playing pogo
Who fucking with the mojo, no show
Without the red nose, I see the clown in you Bozos
Pusha pitch it like he Nomo
Striking them switch hitters, dodging popo
DMV's fo sho, though, throw dough
Baby, we can treat Chevy Chase like little SoHo
Spend a day thumbing through Fendi hobos
Reap the benefits and rewards of how I blow dough
[Hook]
Back in the gold gold
Back in the cold ?
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
Back into go mode
Back in the go go’s
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
[Verse 1 - Wale]
Meet the one and only, yeah homie, I'm Thelonious
Blowing, pause, no trumpet I'm on
Faux pas never and so far clever
They hating on a young'un, get you X like cars
XL no, I was on world tour
And when I touch back, who you thinking they call
Yeah, still high two-steppin' it
Do it for the capital, Wale Ovechkin
SB hundreds, yes dear, I'm on that venison
More or less Lindros, flyer than the rest of them
Mind my intentions, they ain't nothing similar
Sideways, talking out your neck like Zednik
Fly shit I be on
Your highness, then I might get my underground king on
DC hip-hop, get my U Street on
Cops actin' funny, see, they get they blue streak on
DMV, we gone
[Hook]
Back in the gold gold
Back in the cold ?
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
[Verse 2 - Bun B]
It's Bun B, I'm PA's own
PA's trillest, chilling in my PA zone
I heard 'em try to say that PA's gone
You heard wrong, motherfucker, 'cause PA's home
And on the real, we never left like the right of way
Serving and swerving from dusk to first light of day
You got that good, player, light away
Don't care if we gonna ride and sip
And smoke a whole night away
And I don't lite a J, I fire up the ass end
Of the blunt, take a hit and get to passin'
You wanna hit it, no, don't even get to askin'
Cause it's a close circle, don't try to jump your ass in
You need more weight to leverage
I lay you down, you ain't getting up
Unless you was Kevin Everett (Whoa)
I CD like the District of Columbia flipped
So I'm really hoping that none of you trip
Because I'm
[Hook]
Back in the gold gold
Back in the cold ?
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Back in the gold gold, ;ook at the showboat
Leaves is cocoa, comin' by the boatload
Chains, promo, Playcloths logo
I'm Lennox out of Belly, you see me walking in slow-mo
Or hopping into something with some low-pros
Up and down with the roof, the top is like a yo-yo
Yuugh! The makings of a mogul
I'm up and down with the price, the corner's playing pogo
Who fucking with the mojo, no show
Without the red nose, I see the clown in you Bozos
Pusha pitch it like he Nomo
Striking them switch hitters, dodging popo
DMV's fo sho, though, throw dough
Baby, we can treat Chevy Chase like little SoHo
Spend a day thumbing through Fendi hobos
Reap the benefits and rewards of how I blow dough
[Hook]
Back in the gold gold
Back in the cold ?
That fly shit I've been on
Come on
The Mixtape About Nothing
- The Kramer
- The Feature Heavy Song
- The Roots Song Wale is On
- The Freestyle (Roc Boys)
- The Hype
- The Bmore Club Slam
- The Star
- The Crazy
- The Chicago Falcon Remix
- The Perfect Plan
- The Vacation From Ourselves
- The Remake of a Remake (All I Need)
- The Grown Up
- The Cliche Lil Wayne Feature (It’s the Remix Baby!)
- The Manipulation
- The Artistic Integrity
- The Opening Title Sequence
- The End Credits
- The Mixtape About Nothing (2008)