Lyrics:
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
here
Get up lets have ball
Get your back off the wall
Switch
Dance feel it
Move to the rhythm
Do what you know
Get on the floor
Switch
Groove
on my clothes
Hangin’ on to life, I’ll still say
"Fuck you hoes"
So if thinking ‘bout tryin’ to jack me up
I got 50, 000 trill niggas to back me up
Nigga
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
backs back to back
Back to back back to back back to back
I'm up to bat back-to-back Laker Shit!! (Kobe Bryant) SWISH!
Captain of the team -- keep
a whole movie Teflon Don with a oozie
I take that back m16 you bet not screw me
See we all make mistakes but we walk by faith
We need an angel in North
with no call, no letter
When he realize it don't get no better
He'll be back
To make up for the lonely days
He'll be back
When things ain't
a piece of my bank
Back it up, back it up, bust it open, wide open, baby girl
Let me see what you're workin' with
Me and T, some pimp shit, this is
(bring it back)
Verse 1:
Long hair, lipstick, lil mama, who you with?
Lookin' all mean, like the dream, shawty you da s***
Let you pass by so I can see
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
ye-yeah ye-yeah, by my side (ooh)
By my side, by my side
It's "The Re-Up"
by the second
Calling up my goons they gone bring the mac 11
I ain't sipping coca cola lean my favorite beverage
And yo bitch pretty penny, I had fuck
haha
I was tryina be a rap star
Always came up with the lines back in maths class
Let’s take it back to the days of the beatbox
To the shell toe Adiddas
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me
and down
Shake the room like up and down
Calling all the dancers now
Spin that, turn that, round and round
Back that sh*t up, back that sh*t up
Talking
Woo, di club is getting warmer
Guess who is back up in your corner (ch'yeah)
Love to see di girls dem whining up in dem Dolce and dem Gabbana
This
on the boulevard of Linden (what up, good?)
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting
I used to come
it on back, lean it on back)
(Lean it on back, yeah)
Like a pocket seat of a black Camaro
And a spot out by the lake
Where we turned up, we
Custom the things, custom the wings
I had to custom the vibes, custom the link up
Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine
Cover your eyes,
boxing tootsies, with Pepe
Knock chasin' pussies
Just lookin for investors
To back up this movement we pushin
I ain't comfortable so everything
I make is
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