Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Like That Remix, artist - Ghostface Killah.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Back Like That Remix |
It’s ya boy Ne-Yo, we gonna do it like this |
The Roc is in the building, yeah (It's the remix yo) |
Kanye is in the building |
(Yo, the monster don is in the building) we in here |
(Kanye West is in the building) Ghostface (Your boy getting fat now |
I got the fat stomach and laid up, eating good now |
Other girl all stressed out, my girl got the fat ass |
Shorty mad, pulling her hair out) Haha |
Yeah, pardon me, if I lost my voice |
I just got off stage, I’m in Japan right now |
Sorry bout it… |
Come through the block, in the brand new Benz |
Knowing that me and that nigga ain’t friends |
(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack |
But you don’t get a nigga back like that |
Bouncin’around, when I’m up in these streets |
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef |
(Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack |
But you don’t get a nigga back like that, no |
I’m high powered, put Eva Mendez to sleep |
Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week |
But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you’re way fit |
How you have everything in this world and waste it Prince told me it’ll be ok, I’m so sick |
Like Ne-Yo say, I’m laid back, like neo-soul |
I holla back at this Creole hoe |
She from the N.O., but she never told me, and oh so We at the spot to chill, with a Fugee grill |
So ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O’Neal |
Second I walked in, the whole room got still |
I don’t know how to put this but, I’m kind of a big deal |
And she conceited, she got a reason |
She got her hair did, she got her weave in And I’mma sweat that out, by the evening |
You? |
I don’t sweat that now, I got a new |
Oh girl, I can’t believe you zoned out |
Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont' |
I’m that Don Wilson, first one |
To put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton |
Mink coach, colorful stones and big stacks |
Yeah, I was fucking, but you don’t get me back like that |
Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef |
Now you got me losing my mind, out up in these streets |
You’se flamingo, showing your true colors |
Heard ya’ll was ducking down low when you see my brothers |
But it’s all good, I move from ex to next |
Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks |
Fat bubble, her body’s like one of the best |
But I don’t need to say nothing, ask Kanye West |
She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate |
And you mad cuz you played ya self, it’s your fault, trick |
Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot gun |
He lucky, I ain’t stop, copped the shotgun |
Killah type cat, you better be glad, I’m not one |
Had a couple stars up in my sky |
She was my moon and my sunshine |
Dude ain’t even fly, he just some guy |
You blamed yourself, I’m done, peace, one |