Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backstage Pass, artist - Mobb Deep. Album song Blood Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
Backstage Pass |
It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi |
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes |
On the kid; |
they all wanna touch |
On a nigga skin, they love me so much |
They all got P on they brain |
And at the show they do anything to get backstage |
Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks |
After we all get a turn, the broads said, «Thanks.» |
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn’t shit |
Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists |
Niggaz bringing me they girl like, «You can have my bitch |
Just help me get down with the G-unit!» |
Man, little groupies — they make me sick |
You ain’t getting in the after party unless you’re a chick |
And bitch, you ain’t getting in the hotel — unless we grip |
And you’re gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah) |
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low |
You get around girl — I know I seen your face before |
Turn around — yeah I know, I recognize that ass |
You was at the last show with your backstage pass |
Shorty what’s up? |
You know you wanna roll with a nigga |
I’m trying to fuck — if you decide to go with a nigga |
I’ll tear it up — in the tele you’ll be loving a nigga |
I’ll work that, work that — yeah, I’ll work that, work that |
It’s funny how a bitch’ll make her way backstage |
Harder than the politician on the campaigne |
No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing |
Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring |
Face fuck, girl go for broke |
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat |
Then Havoc on the floor |
I don’t need to get her number — she’ll be at the next show |
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex |
Dried up nutt on her neck |
They don’t call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing |
We destroy good girls; |
send them home with pussy soft from fucking |
Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd |
And that’s the kind of bitch that you call wifey |
She’ll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus |
Here’s the hot line bitch, call us Shorty, hit me high then hit me low |
You get around girl — I know I seen your face before |
Turn around — yeah I know, I recognize that ass |
You was at the last show with your backstage pass |