Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back up off Me , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back up off Me |
| Uh, ah, da |
| (Are you ready for this) Err |
| The Ice Cream Man |
| (Are you ready for this) |
| It’s bad like my high |
| (Are you ready for this) |
| ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark |
| Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U |
| We TRU, ugh, ugh |
| Time to go to war, ugh |
| I’m posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this |
| And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts |
| Ready to bust on you cluckers |
| On you niggas that sick cause we sicker |
| Niggas slangin' flickers |
| I’m in the projects ballin' with my niggas |
| I’m hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with dirty sacks |
| I’m hustlin' I got those ball sacks |
| But y’all niggas don’t know that |
| I’m the mad killer, murder, lunatic |
| You fuckin' with a nigga that don’t give a fuck about you |
| Or your bitch cause I’ll go like psycho, ha ha ha |
| Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle |
| Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I’m a psycho |
| Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder |
| Lunatic, haven’t you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck |
| Break ya neck, hustle on ya check |
| Get cho' get cho' neck broke |
| Fuckin' field cats and chat |
| No Limit nigga, real nigga, who |
| Don’t give a fuck when you dead and gone |
| Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome |
| UGH! |
| back up off me, feel me ugh |
| Feel it, back up off me, my trademark |
| Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh |
| Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread |
| Nappy head, put chu' in a grave |
| Don’t give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead |
| I’m from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock |
| But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock |
| But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha |
| Nigga a quarter, of water |
| But y’all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans |
| In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside |
| Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets |
| I’m killin' murder, the lunatic |
| Never givin' a fuck, I’m tryin' to make bucks |
| Before I leave this truck |
| Got these killers watchin' me |
| Niggas not pockin' me |
| V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi |
| Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah |
| KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y’all didn’t realize |
| We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle |
| Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle |
| Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage |
| Meet me in the French Quarter |
| I’m kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers |
| And they bout it, niggas we rowdy |
| Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it |
| Now why y’all sayin' y’all bout it bout it |
| Y’all scared of me, yeah y’all scared of me |
| Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain’t afraid of ya |
| I’m hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters |
| Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain’t no tomorrow |
| Niggas comin' wicked, fools I’m gon' kick it |
| Be whippin' niggas ass like I’m cookin' greasy chicken |
| I’ll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter |
| Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics |
| Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze |
| Don’t give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga |
| No Limit on my back, back |
| But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack |
| TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y’all gonna fade that |
| The real fuckin' click, ain’t no love for y’all dubs |
| Niggas think we slangin' dubs |
| Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world |
| Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl |
| My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl |
| But I don’t give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy |
| Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi |
| Run and duck nigga you fried |
| Ain’t no love where I’m from, from the outside to the inside |
| The projects from uptown to downtown |
| To across the river |
| Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted |
| In the river, you gone, ain’t no love meet the chrome |
| I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone |
| And if you come sick you stupid |
| Cause my click don’t give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit |
| Up but nigga you better duck nigga |
| Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River |