Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Up, artist - Lil' Rob. Date of issue: 04.06.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back Up |
| Times are getting crazy holmes |
| Things are a lot different than they used to be homie |
| A lotta these foo’s need to back the fuck up You know? |
| Orale |
| Check this out dawg |
| Sittin’at the bar just tippin’the glass |
| Tryin’to slow down my life 'cause it’s gettin too fast |
| But I don’t mind see it’s like quick in a flash |
| See that chick she’s imaginin’my dick in her ass (Whoa!) |
| Did I say that? |
| That’s crazy ain’t it? |
| Just crazy lookin’don’t know how to explain it Don’t get me wrong homeboy I’m not complainin' |
| Don’t get all mad I’m not braggin’I’m just sayin' |
| Just playin’talk to me bout my music |
| I’m just a vato that’ll do it just to do it |
| I want nothing to do with… phony people |
| Don’t care what you like and don’t care who you’re cool with |
| You’re stupid actin’like if I’m the new kid |
| I know you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid |
| While I sat back and didn’t give a fuck |
| Now rap is all I have so homeboy that’s what’s up Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck |
| Don’t wanna press your luck |
| My bomb’ll self destruct |
| Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck |
| Don’t wanna press your luck |
| My bomb’ll self destruct |
| I don’t forget about the past now I’m kickin’your ass |
| I’ll do it again and laugh 'cause you’re kissin’my ass |
| Got a rented 45 and I’m able to shoot |
| Itchy finger hare trigger and it’s pointed at you |
| I’m not here to claim that I’m all insane in the brain |
| I’m just here to let you know I’m not the same as you lames |
| Your evil’s comin’to you; |
| yell for help no one’s runnin’to you |
| You burnt them bridges, remember? |
| So no one’s fuckin’with you |
| Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no ends 'cause you keep burnin’your people |
| Tell me when does it end? |
| When will you realize that shit ain’t cool? |
| I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you |
| But they’re just kids they really don’t know what to do Don’t worry mijo, it’ll come to you |
| And you’ll say fuck this fool |
| What was I thinkin’about this vato’s bein’about a buncha dumb shit |
| Can’t believe I used to bump this, fuck this |
| Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas |
| Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass |
| The shakin’just to break up the glass |
| But I’ma catch you sleepin’and pop a cap in your ass |
| Put the holes in my own car if that’s where you are |
| Handle my shit then probably go back to the bar |
| Have me a drink, sit down and think |
| about all the fuckin’bullshit that happened to me within this week |
| But I’m three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that’s cold |
| I guess that explains so many units sold |
| I make jams you’ll bump hopefully when you get old |
| I’m a good guy but sometimes I just explode |
| Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home |
| Put down the microphone and leave it alone |
| Turn off my phone |
| Because it’s bullshit the way it goes down |
| But my people really need me around, Chicano sound |
| Back the fuck up ey |