Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Stage Pacin', artist - Brother Ali. Album song Shadows On The Sun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Back Stage Pacin' |
He’s tryin to take control of his situation |
He know damn well he ain’t got the money I expect to have |
So I’m stuffin all the backstage in my record bag |
But that’s what you get when you don’t pay shit |
Cause I can’t pay my rent on free water and chips |
And if free beer means payment is what you think |
BK drank one and Ali don’t drink |
So produce the fetti, cheddar or whatever you call it |
Go get your dough split and come the hell up off it |
This is how I feed my family, so I’m not gonna forfeit |
And if that doesn’t get it, I’m gonna go for your wallet |
Let me guess — the turnout wasn’t quite what you expected |
Let me guess — somethin that the club owner did wrecked it |
Let me guess — it’s hard to pack em in in this kind of weather |
And nobody wanna come and party after 9/11 |
That’s not a MP, that’s a YP — your problem |
You need to have this shit planned out before callin |
This is not a game to me, dog, you stealin from my family |
You just gon' have to understand me |
Backstage pacin |
Opening act backstage pacin (Why is that?) |
They tryin take control of they situation |
But they mad salty cause they wore they fuckin matchin shirts |
And the crowd didn’t feel them and they went on first |
It’s the monitor, the soundman, it’s the muthafuckin mics |
Cats in this state are haters and the whole crowd’s white |
Don’t sleep, your Wu-Tang impression is tight |
And if blah-blah would have happened, y’all’d had em snappin |
Let me guess — you and your girl had a conversation |
Let me guess — she doesn’t feel that you’re being compensated |
Let me guess — you’ve been rappin for a year and a half |
And you mad brave when you get a little beer in your ass |
At this stage y’all really need to show and prove |
Pay attention, pay respect, pay homage, pay your dues |
Be happy with your 20 minutes and your drink tickets |
And go build your own scene if you think different |
Hah, cause we ain’t even triyn to take y’all shit |
The Micronauts should have pinky rings to make y’all kiss |
It’s a road now, but who you think paved all this? |
You’re mad-face makin, you’re lucky to be backstage pacin |
Fee-fi-fo-fum |
Watch out, muthafucka, hear the big Brother come |
Like fee-fi-fo-fum |
(Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come) |
Brother Ali backstage pacin (Why is that?) |
He tryin to take control of his situation |
He’s a million miles from home and his dick is on hard |
And these girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God |
I’m haunted by an overfriendly poetry chick |
Who keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thick |
And if I met her on the street I probably wouldn’t look twice |
But at a show with my ego on swoll she look like |
A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs you’d love to lay between |
Hair was fly with raving sheen, gigantic eyes in hazel green |
Revealin just enough to let me know she got it |
But concealin just enough to let imagination frolic |
Let me guess — my poetry makes you feel so inspired |
Let me guess — the way I play off the vibe makes you excited |
Let me guess — you wanna go and party after the show |
And you were hopin that the two of us could capture the flow |
She like, «Come on Ali, it ain’t nothin to dance» |
By the end of the song, girl, I be rubbin your ass |
And by the end of the night I might be fuckin you fast |
Then my wife probably find a new husband and dash |