Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back That Shit Up , by - DJ Quik. Song from the album The Midnight Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.10.2014
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Back That Shit Up |
| Ace of Spades, yeah that’s my taste |
| It costs four bones when you buy it at the place |
| It’s seventeen hundred in the V.I.P. |
| And three bad bitches wanna drink it with me |
| Now we just tryna kick it 'til they kickin us out |
| Then I’ma show lil' mamas what this dick is about |
| Cause it’s a damn movie in the back of my limo |
| They didn’t want it all the way so they just gave me a demo |
| Rubbin feels good when you’re drunk and you’re buzzin |
| Forgot who you was and tried to smash your cousin (I'm sorry!) |
| So shake that ass like a tree in the wind |
| Then she gon' migrate with me and two of her friends |
| They let all four of us in, the after hours is poppin |
| We buzzin like bees but it ain’t no pollen |
| These niggaz want my number but it ain’t no holl’n (no) |
| And hookers get kicked out if it ain’t no swall’n |
| So wiiiiild! |
| Hold it, fold it, show it, blow it |
| Hoes, throw it, status, quo it |
| I ain’t, focused, been drinkin, been smokin |
| (Look — so I won’t think twice if you ever start provokin) |
| Back that shit up, back that shit up |
| Back that shit up — (Said don’t get me started) |
| Back that shit up, back that shit up |
| (I swear to God bruh, I will get this shit retarded) |
| Look — see I was just a young nigga, in this bitch thuggin |
| Long hair, skinny nigga, bitches used to love me |
| Pants saggin in the city where they known to keep a ratchet |
| Momma told me tuck my chain, a nigga might snatch it |
| I was never affiliated, was in it for the thrill |
| An amigo ever spot it, we stomp and pop a pill |
| And I, guess that explain why these niggaz real |
| Mouths closed, pistols tucked, everybody know the drill |
| Doves cry when thugs die, but dude we kept it real |
| Did the time, pump the steel, read a book, gainin skills |
| Learn you can live by the gun but die by it |
| But the worst thing your best friend behind the trigger tryna pull it |
| I went through it all, been there and done it |
| On the Front Ave., see me lil' nigga you can run it |
| Since, I was a youngin, my momma she told me fuck 'em |
| Have respect and have tolerance, but never let 'em run you |
| We wiiiiild! |
| Look, now I’m just a young nigga |
| In the code, when I couldn’t tell you how I did 'em |
| around my waist and I ain’t even got a job |
| I’m duckin on these niggaz, I ain’t even catch a lot |
| Bitches on my left, and money on my right |
| Money all in front of me and money on my mind |
| See I’m just tryna live, I kill 'em that’s in mic |
| See I’m about to gas, you can catch me on my bike |
| Yeah I’m chillin brah, I don’t even know I’m gettin off |
| And all these niggaz bore me, so now I’m goin soft |
| I ain’t askin no questions, I do it like a don |
| I’m standin on the top, 49th at the Palms |
| Got 'em lookin at my wrist, Rollie-ollie what’s the time? |
| Then toss it to my niggaz, you know I throw them dimes |
| Lookin for a turn-up, and then they found me |
| 4 in the morning, we ain’t even sound asleep, you see? |