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Intro
Yeah, yeah, layout the red carpet for this one, nephew.
Chuch.
Bringing that real West Coast flavor, no artificial shit.
But hold up, wait a minute, let me put my cup down.
Look who just stepped back into the building.
Verse 1
Step aside, let the smoke clear, look who back in the game
U.L.T.R.A. in the house, finna set it aflame
Smooth with the rhythm, yeah he back on the block
Got the beat dropping heavy like it's hot, tick-tock
From the East to the West, yeah they know the pedigree
Coming back to the throne, taking over the legacy
Silky with the flow, man, it's colder than ice
Tell that ho in the back he don't gotta check twice
Chorus
U.L.T.R.A. is back, yeah you know what it is
Spitting that G-funk, handling business
Fo' shizzle, my nizzle, he's leading the pack
Tell that motha that the king is right back
Yeah, the king is right back
Post-Chorus
Now roll it up, light it up, let the bassline bump
Got the low-riders hitting, making everybody jump
They thought he was gone, thought he cleared out the room
But he back with this shit, making all the speakers zoom
Lyrical wizard, yeah he precise with the mic
Got the whole crowd moving, yeah it's something you like
No tricks up the sleeve, just that ultimate style
U.L.T.R.A. on the track, yeah it's been a long while
But the wait is officially over, baby.
Outro
Yeah, just like that.
U.L.T.R.A. back in your sector, laying down the law.
Can you dig it? I know you can.
Keep it smooth, keep it G.
We outta here.
Peace.
