Lyrics: Welcome Back (Remix)

[Chorus 2X: Ma$e] (Kanye West) See I know what you all like That's why it's goin' to be alright Everything is all night (See what my face felt, know how Ma$e felt, c'mon her ya John Legend) Harlem back be alright, Fo' Reel be alright, Ma$e is back be alright [Kanye] Ma$e said c'mon, Mike said chamone Started it up early up like Ravon Simone Keisha Knight-Pull and Emanuel Drop out of school wit no manual Nottin' hand a dude, did I complain Everytime magazines try to take my name But ya'll can't hold me down like a restrain I took the T out the word can't 'round same time when Nas said I can Bush sendin' our fam to Iran I'm in the club with a henny ass in my other hand Lord please just forgive me I'm just a man Right now I'm trying to make some adjustments Before do me like Janet to just and them Me and my couz and them Trying to rap like bust and and them My clothes were bust than a bummy I neva, eva accept money from these so call sponsors They were in Benz and I in Hondas Now I wonder why they all actin like Anada Ummm….yea... that something to ponder The money I make for donda That's west to you, you the next I holdin my breath for you What you need to do is turn up some decibels You need to put dome of them zero in front of them decimals [Chorus] [Ma$e] Arm frozen arm, dorn on so in nawn Maseratti, Bugatti, the Rolls and all Different color louie open toes and all I try to tell the chick do exposed it all Country dudes mouth full gold and all Bay area chick, cornrows and all I do it right, I do my wife Leave the hoes for all of ya From the boutique, I might close the mall I drink my Geico and turn it Gecko I waive Rol-ey, you waive Seiko, need say mo' More diamond than Lisa Ray I know the recipica, I'm the DNA 'gree school, leave you like hurricane Somebody get kill, the whole barrow bling M.A. dollar that's a theoral name No matter who comes I'm forever the king I should neva left the game, what a cutie said Still trick blowing my up like newly wed I'm grown and sexy, young groupie head Milk white panther seat, woupie red I drop my cars in pairs like pitty pat When I'm done with this track, feel like biggie back The game is country I came to bring the city back I came, I came to bring the city back [Chorus] [Outro: Ma$e] Fo Reel put your hands up Good Music put your hands up Bad Boy put your hans up Rocafella put your hands up Chi-town put your hands up NY put your hands up Miami put your hands up Texas put hands up {*keep going until song fades*}