Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backyard Boogie, artist - Mack 10. Album song California Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
Backyard Boogie |
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise |
Thank the man upstairs for lettin' me open my eyes |
It’s a whole new game for me like T-Lee |
It’s nine-seven now and I’ma stay sucka free |
Thinkin' about all my homeboys behind bars |
As I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars |
And everythang is straight I’m in the full zone |
Gettin' paper every day, it’s all I’m trippin' on |
'Cause ain’t nothin' like a rag in Californ-i-a |
With the top back, rollin' on a hot sunny day |
It’s one-oh, fo'-sho', and I’m clownin' all the rookies |
With a pocket full of cookies |
And mashi’n to the backyard boogie |
Get yo' boogie on |
And then we comin' wit that |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah) |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that) |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh) |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie |
Verse Two: |
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky |
Representin' where you from cause it’s West till I die |
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth |
Been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf |
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool |
It’s niggas in the hood I ain’t seen since high school |
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues |
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews |
Just gettin' they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin' loose |
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce |
I’m even kickin' back, and I’m usually chicken hawkin |
The Bloods shootin' dice, and the Crips are C-walkin |
Now the party is jumpin', and the crowd’s gettin' bigger |
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga |
And it’s off the hook, got ya grindin' and humpin' |
'Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin' |
(Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it’s all good |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday |
And we comin with that) |
Verse Three |
Now it’s out of control, and everywhere you look |
Ain’t nothin' but real niggas, the bustas got shook |
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang |
And Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang |
You choose or you lose while you conversatin' |
Enough cock to go around, so ain’t no playa hatin' |
I want homegirl over there in red |
Cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said |
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro |
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a ho |
But it’s a done deal, locked up throw away the key |
'Cause she gonna leave a backyard boogie with me |
(Get yo' boogie on, yeah |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause |
Get yo' backyard boogie on) |
Outro-Chorus |
Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it’s all good |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday |
Mackness, mackness, unh! |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on |
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause |
Get yo' backyard boogie on |
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie |
Niggas run out and get yo' cookies |
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie |
Mack 10 ain’t no motherfucker rookie |
Backyard boogie oogie oofie |