Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Up, artist - Warren G.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Back Up |
You got me fucked up |
(Why?) |
Cuz I’m a bad muthafucka and you can’t understand me |
MCs dont know how we puts it down |
K-9 and P-C from East to North town |
We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step |
So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon |
Nigga back up, see I came to stack up |
Bodies like hits, whats that |
You wanted to act up, and diss the click |
A sister, put my niggas up wetted the grave |
You wanted to get richer, so offer your beats that made by fade |
Cascade, because yo ass is soapy |
Mr. Locc you wanna be Mr. low key |
When yo ass used to be low key |
You know me so act like you know my click |
And I’m an assist to kick the shit that you and MD could never get with |
And speakin of MD, another nigga that used to be from my click |
Act like he double to down, but when it go down, go down he splits |
This is strictly for all of y’all niggas that diss me |
Y’all think y’all skills is up to par well stars come out and get me |
Now we got these niggas out on the streets, and a place to lay my gun? |
I guess you could say that I got hostess, in more ways than one |
Y’all keep clickin and clickin, my chips continue to stack up? |
But while you dissin and dissin I’m a tell you niggas to back up cuz |
MCs dont know how we puts it down |
K-9 and P-C from East to North town |
We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step |
So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon |
(Hey K-9 what about Mad Dog) |
Well let that nigga loose |
No better yet just let the dog loose |
So he could fetch, goin to Vegas to see what he catch |
Ain’t gonna be no cases |
Just tell him what he faces and watch him snitch |
While I lay up in Vegas |
Its either the Raiders or the switch so he did |
Switched over like electric shocks |
Moms got on pregnant static |
So they suspected pops |
Did they know about me |
Mr. K-9 see, clicksta in deep, in your Mama’s panties |
Did they know that I was bangin it |
Where at, oh your Daddy’s bread be back |
Now she’s pregnant and I ain’t claimin it |
Your husband’s cryin cuz he feels like a chump |
What, your son is fit to die and he ain’t nuthin but a punk huh |
She can’t sayin nuthin cuz she needs my support? |
But not for the child see the hooker’s tryin to take him to court |
And I’m a body like Jah |
But accept with mo mil |
We probably wasmeant for each other |
Cuz we two niggas they gave us both jams |
MCs dont know how we puts it down |
K-9 and P-C from East to North town |
We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step |
So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon |
So when the east is in the (when the north is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
So when the west is in the (when the south is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
So when the east is in the (when the north is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
So when the west is in the (when the south is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
So my click is in the (when da click is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
So when K-9 is in the (when K-9 is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
So when P-C is in the (when P-C is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
When Warren G is in the (when Warren G is in the house) |
Back up, back up |
MCs dont know how we puts it down |
K-9 and P-C from East to North town |
We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step |
So either ya keep on steppin or we takes ya automatic weapon |