Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Up, artist - Lil Rob. Album song Neighborhood Music, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2007
Record label: Upstairs
Song language: English
Back Up |
Times are getting crazy holmes |
Things are a lot different than they used to be homie |
A lotta these foo’s need to back the fuck up You know? |
Orale |
Check this out dawg |
Sittin’at the bar just tippin’the glass |
Tryin’to slow down my life 'cause it’s gettin too fast |
But I don’t mind see it’s like quick in a flash |
See that chick she’s imaginin’my dick in her ass (Whoa!) |
Did I say that? |
That’s crazy ain’t it? |
Just crazy lookin’don’t know how to explain it Don’t get me wrong homeboy I’m not complainin' |
Don’t get all mad I’m not braggin’I’m just sayin' |
Just playin’talk to me bout my music |
I’m just a vato that’ll do it just to do it |
I want nothing to do with… phony people |
Don’t care what you like and don’t care who you’re cool with |
You’re stupid actin’like if I’m the new kid |
I know you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid |
While I sat back and didn’t give a fuck |
Now rap is all I have so homeboy that’s what’s up Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck |
Don’t wanna press your luck |
My bomb’ll self destruct |
Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck |
Don’t wanna press your luck |
My bomb’ll self destruct |
I don’t forget about the past now I’m kickin’your ass |
I’ll do it again and laugh 'cause you’re kissin’my ass |
Got a rented 45 and I’m able to shoot |
Itchy finger hare trigger and it’s pointed at you |
I’m not here to claim that I’m all insane in the brain |
I’m just here to let you know I’m not the same as you lames |
Your evil’s comin’to you; |
yell for help no one’s runnin’to you |
You burnt them bridges, remember? |
So no one’s fuckin’with you |
Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no ends 'cause you keep burnin’your people |
Tell me when does it end? |
When will you realize that shit ain’t cool? |
I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you |
But they’re just kids they really don’t know what to do Don’t worry mijo, it’ll come to you |
And you’ll say fuck this fool |
What was I thinkin’about this vato’s bein’about a buncha dumb shit |
Can’t believe I used to bump this, fuck this |
Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas |
Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass |
The shakin’just to break up the glass |
But I’ma catch you sleepin’and pop a cap in your ass |
Put the holes in my own car if that’s where you are |
Handle my shit then probably go back to the bar |
Have me a drink, sit down and think |
about all the fuckin’bullshit that happened to me within this week |
But I’m three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that’s cold |
I guess that explains so many units sold |
I make jams you’ll bump hopefully when you get old |
I’m a good guy but sometimes I just explode |
Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home |
Put down the microphone and leave it alone |
Turn off my phone |
Because it’s bullshit the way it goes down |
But my people really need me around, Chicano sound |
Back the fuck up ey |