Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rewind That Back, artist - Trina.
Date of issue: 29.04.2002
Song language: English
Rewind That Back |
Yo, I’m a diamond in the rough |
See I roll from the slum |
Any little old city is like nowhere to run |
The game’s on you till you stand on your own two |
Check this out niggas---This is what we gonna do |
1!!!- We gon' bang this |
2!!!- We gon' sing this |
3!!!- We on top of the world but we ain’t saying shit |
It’s the movement, and the truth is |
Cause Trina and Missy ain’t gots to prove shit |
We brake down floors (BAM!!) |
Brake down doors (BOOM!!) |
5 month tours just brake down do' |
We brake down hoes, we brake down foes |
Run through pockets just straight down yo’s |
M-I-A to V-A its real y’all |
We shakin up bottles to let 'em spill y’all |
This is Slip-N-Slide askin «What the deal y’all?» |
If you ain’t throwin them bows then I don’t feel y’all |
I Said BOY!!! |
REWIND THAT BACK |
If you talk *shit* yo might get slapped |
BRRRRRRRAAHHHH!!! |
Yup I said slapped |
Ain’t no other chicks that’s gon' bring it like that now |
BOY!!! |
REWIND THAT BACK |
Up in the spot you got your Glocks on lock and |
HEY!!!--This join gon' knock |
Up in the club I said this joint don’t stop |
Y’all know how real woman come down |
Low cut copes when Trina come round |
Reggae DJ screamin «COME DOWN!!» |
We ?? |
it off top but want some now |
Sit back-- and praise the don diva |
I’m ?? |
-- trust me I’m gon' leave ya |
Who blows streets up? |
Ya man want eat us? |
Different flows, flavors, hoes- No Favors! |
Don’t pay us we’ll shut that down |
What’s that loud? |
(Owww!!) Cut that down! |
Got a CL6 but what’s that now? |
If he not talkin big money, Fuck that clown! |
Excuse my french, I won’t stress the issue |
If he ain’t lookin out he’s just messin with you |
I’m a Mercedes mami, maybe the Lex official |
If you wanna get on I’ll have Flex to hit you |
Damn Y’all-Da-Da-Da-Da Damn yall! |
Hurtin and scurrin I’m like I took my panties off |
Knuckle and Buckle em' nigga I ain’t scared of y’all |
You wrestle this muscle thats gon' be your damn fault |
YOW!!!-- I make screams like Prince |
Spay em' and lay em' but you gon' never touch this |
Beat em' don’t eat em but you gon' always need Miss (Miss) |
Cause me and Miss Trina gon' always switch it like this |
COME ON!!! |