| I like this, all tribal
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| Yeah, aww shit
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now
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| Burnin the track down
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| They got me goin in, sober kind hype loaded
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| Though in the night I’m like a 747 Boeing
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| Nike Air Jordans, soaring, velour touring
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| Raw forum for it blow up the whole forums
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| Black money markets, stocks rack up profits
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| Cali Agents back on top
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| Back on the block so you can stop watchin, waitin, hatin
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| '76 the king’s throne was first taken
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| And since then it never was vacant, with no hesitation
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| Get at your chin have you lookin like Leatherface on vacation
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| For tryin to make statements
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| MaKe way for the cake maker, trey eight shooter
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| Hooba smoke through the dope pimp player
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| God Body persona honor my winter gear
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| Triple goose gun talk, P.A. |
| clack
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| Clack clack clack motherfucker yeah C.A.'s back
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now; |
| back down, cause nigga we back now
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now; |
| C.A., P.A., we burnin the track down
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now; |
| back down, cause nigga we back now
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| Back down, cause nigga we back now; |
| Rasco, C.A., we burnin the track down
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| Yeah — semi-automatic with it
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| Tell niggas that I work hard, that means I gotta get it
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| Still rollin with the glass tinted
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| Gotta do it up front never tell 'em at the last minute
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| But you gotta put some cash in it
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| C.A. |
| quick to blast, spit the gas
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| Now it’s, highly octane, brothers thinkin they can stop fame
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| Man niggas really pop thangs
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| Out rollin in the drop stained
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| Still lookin for a breeze to freak for more cheese, get it
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| She said that I’m tryin to hit it
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| Got it all fucked up man I’m tryin to split it
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| C’mon, you know we got ready to smash
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| Smash, ain’t none of y’all better than Ras'
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| Ras', I’m 'bout to put a foot in your ass
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| And keep movin, bumpin this track and keep groovin
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| Blood brothers, take it back home, hood life
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| And never forget, we still live the good life
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| Ras and As', cash for days
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| Pull the shotty out my Sean John and blast your braids
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| Ask your dame, she should know cause she got brains
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| At the weed spot lookin for Jane, this is gold chain
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| Cali Agents yard game, guns click, bandanas black
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| Fuck a battle rap, where the cabbage at?
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| Yo it’s the head slapper
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| Dick Swan' still the head rapper, right now it’s the dead factor
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| It’s the bread stacker, paint shirts with the red lacquer
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| Spit rhymes not a gun clapper
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| The before and after, better call an after
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| Wrote the book, you lookin at a closed chapter
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| First and last, provoke your past
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| Back down so that we don’t have to choke yo' ass nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backdown, artist - Rasco. Album song The Dick Swanson Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп