Lyrics Who Got Your Back - Foesum, ALT, Wayniac

Who Got Your Back

Uhh, give it to me
Eastside eastside
It dont stop
I thought you knew
So peep game on this, yeah
Now Dubb be the young G from the LB
Flippin scripts on the daily so dont try to fade me
So understand, recognize that I’m comin through
Keepin things focused with my four man crew
Its inevitable, that I’m runnin game kickin facts
Now maybe done wetted em for my style keeps you all in check
So booya, what you fools think about now
Me and ALT, dippin low in the Lac
Subbin with a hell of a bumps puffin blunts
Sinkin low in the seat with the heat in the trunk
So lets take a dip in my ride
As I take a little trip with the homeys to the Eastside
I slide through with the joint in my mouth
Give me a pen and a pad, I hit the mic and I’m out
And I know a few playaz from the LB
They be for real, now thats what they tell me
And have you heard of a, murderer
Dubb he be servin a, fool like Scarface and then straight swervin
In a 63 rag, a 44 mag, on his side and he’s glidin, Eastsidin
Its me, A-L-T, I’m too clever
And I sell on earth, when these fools get together
From the LBC, the SGV
Its that Mexican fool you better recognize me
If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high
(I got your back and you got mine)
When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz
(I got your back and you got mine)
Check it out, my back against the wall, no where to move or look
Should I assume that my partner might book
And take off runnin at the sign of the drama
I’m a, I’m a, I’m a, got him
Squeeze back, contact has been made
And its ya partner comin through with the back fade
Wayniac, the maniac still flippin the phat sack
Breathin hard for your contact
Cuz this is the shit no doubt
That can get your ass twisted, missin, lights out
Slippin, not knowin that you’re bait
Cuz you got caught up in a nigga that was fake
Now I got juice, like a deuce on 17 switches
Add another notch on the Glock for the snitches
Rollin with the Foe cuz we’re goin for broke
And we leavin playa hataz in a cloud of smoke, locc
See we be diggin way deep, droppin beats
You can bump while you out hittin late night creeps
Flossin like a G with the Foe as we put it down
Livin like ballaz is the way me and the homeys lounge
No slippin, we keeps dippin
Hittin them switches as the clock keeps tickin
Its on and poppin so fool ain’t no turnin back
Take it to the bridge as we blaze up a sack
If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high
(I got your back and you got mine)
When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz
(I got your back and you got mine)
Now I’m a let a fool be a fool, thats the way I gotta
Check one two and I’m the sure shotter
Represent that G spot click to the fullest
They put me in the mix, so this ese gotta do this
Cuz it ain’t no thang to me, bitch
I bust a cap then I’m dumpin em in ditches
Just an, everyday thang in my neighborhood
Fiendin for a grip like a true OG should
Through the avenues, through my city
Throwin up a G sign, really
Doe its that brown skin brotha with a niner on my hip
O Genius with that Foesum click
Now I got somethin for that ass if ya creepin em
Steppin to the Foe muthafuckaz you ain’t deep enough
So round up your homeys, get ya gats out
Cuz I’m comin in, creepin in a drop glass house
Cuz we be rollin deeper than the ocean and Lacs and tre’s
Got the coke in the cup, so pass me the E&J
Gettin drunk and I’m swervin hittin side to side
Mixed Black and Mexican so you know I’m down to ride
Cuz the M&Mster, packs the winchester
And dumpin on that ass, clear a path when I enter
Cuz whatever goes down, I know my homeys will hide me
So get ya ghetto birds and K-9s to find me
If we blazin up a sack and we gettin high
(I got your back and you got mine)
When we hang out on the streets look out for one time cuz
(I got your back and you got mine)