Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backstage, artist - I-20. Album song Self Explanatory, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Backstage |
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up Rich Nice where you at baby? |
Whoo! |
I go by the name Bobby Bronson |
Yeah, this is Disturbing Tha Peace |
Every now and then we switch it up, you know |
Mellow it out, I’m capable of that, you know |
Yeah, now you about to hear the sounds of Down South Hip Hop |
In my CL-Vert with the top just dropped |
Some broad from backstage at the show I just rocked |
but before I hit the room I make a quick pitstop |
Late night, Buckhead, time to hit the BP |
a new pack a switches and a box of MC’s |
Got no time for playin hope the broad know well |
the penthouse suite at the Swiss Hotel |
It’s the real after party if you tryna meet me got anything to drink, I just need some I. D If you know you ain’t cutting it’s gonna be a long walk |
cause you came here for nothing if you think we gonna talk |
Backstage we chilling where the players are |
the ladies hoping just to meet a star |
and ain’t telling what they gonna do we been sitting on the couch for all the things we do we’ll only take you if you bad as hell |
no disrespect if you look so well |
its kind of crazy if you understand |
so let’s take advantage now, and keep these hoes in check |
Now I ain’t tryna be rude but lets get this thing moving |
if not keep it moving cause these other hoes choosing |
If pussy was a drug I woulda been OD’d |
if you niggaz fucking dimes then my bitch is a key |
Pimp a dime, break a bitch, take the chick of the leash |
so if niggaz wanna hit it you can rent it at least |
sounds fucked up don’t it, but it’s part of the game |
Same women holla lover all caught up in fame |
And the girls at 'cris concert be acting the worst |
claiming they don’t know a nigga but they rapping my verse |
It’s cool shawty, you ain’t gotta know me to cut |
cause if you know me then you probably know I’m ready to cut |
Love this ain’t hip hop, this and this is all a little message |
that our dressing room is really for undressing |
You wanna talk to me, even date me at that |
But the night still young baby later for that |
You wanna know my real name, where I’m from, how to start |
and me I’m just tryna get your legs spread apart |
Yo nigga told you that he love you and you fell right in and now you see he never meant it and his car was just rented |
here’s a drink, take a shot, take a sip, here’s a glass |
use that backstage pass to give me backstage ass |
see it ain’t no disrespect if you know you too proud |
so take this autograph and stay the fuck in the crowd |
Backstage the only place for you and me then we head straight to the (?) (break it down) |
there’s no other place I’d rather be (come on) |
between the sheets (speak to em, dog) |
Backstage (everyone feel free to sing) |
Get Paid (everybody hand should be up at this point) |
Get Laid (we going back to the dance floor, you ready? 1, 2, 3, 4) |
Yeah, the sounds of my man Butch Cassidy |
I am The I-20, Eastside to the fullest |
it’s all love it’s all good, ya’know |
25 and over adult hip hop, yeah |
Butch Cassidy, I-20 Eastside |