Lyrics:
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
be better than everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up
and drive far
I'm wide awake eyes wide I've cried
So many nights by myself
I think that I need some help
I wish I was Michael Phelps
Cause now the water is up
I make romance, I'm not a freelance
I spin records; BITCH I don't breakdance!
I scoop girls around the world that's what be does
The name Backspin
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
Here we go
My big ego is gonna get me in trouble
Trying to play hero
My jeans can't tight like Michael Phelps speedo
We no play follow fashion,
(Huh yea) I'll be a star at the top
We gone bump and make em rock
I'm on the speakers on ya block
To where they hide in they sock, until they
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
of fucking an R&B bitch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some
so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
Walk around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his
the radio's thumpin' - let's go now
Here we are, here we go, it's the day of the show
I'm so ready to rock, yes I'm gonna explode and you see
The energy is
style, and learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker MC had a response
You
let it out
Anything you could do I could do fresher
When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure
Cause I snuck my forty ouncer
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My
instrument
Gonna play to you baby
Like a fine instrument
Gonna sit down baby
Put you in my lap
That's gonna be that
Whoo
Gonna learn to play you baby
Gonna
I guess I'm a loser, and I'm gonna burn for all the mistakes I've made
Sometimes we never learn, we never learn, we never learn
But if your money's
gonna find it
Back that butt up and make it beat, I'm gonna rock that Dunkie 2 sleep
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
falling down
I'm not a king I've lost my crown
A thousand snake bitches around
I can't be making any sounds
Come home and break down on the ground
They say
strategy
Get in my car
Head downtown
Turn up the radio roll the windows down
It ain't no science but it gets me around
It's just rock 'n roll
type?
She asked, "Is that pronounced N-Y-C?", no
That's a niche
Rock Clavin Klein so she can see K
I'm still doing one-twenty on the freeway
She still
K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from
jumped
You got to have style
And learn to be original
And everybody's gonna want to dis you
Like me
We stood up for the South Bronx
And every
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