Tytuł: Backyard Boogie

• Wykonawca: Mack 10
• Wyświetleń: 351

Yeah, yeah, yeah
  
  Verse One:
  
  Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
  Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
  It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee
  It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free
  Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars
  as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
  And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone
  Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on
  Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia
  with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
  It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies
  With a pocket full of cookies
  and mashin to the backyard boogie
  
  Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3X]
  And then we comin wit that
  
  Chorus:
  
  Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
  Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that)
  Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
  Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat 3X]
  Backyard boogie oogie oogie [repeat 2X]
  
  Verse Two:
  
  Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
  Representin where you from cause it's West till I die
  Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
  been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
  So I bails in the party, everythang is cool
  It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
  And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues
  Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews
  Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose
  It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
  I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin
  The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin
  Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger
  Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
  And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
  Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin
  
  (Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good
  You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
  And we comin with that)
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three
  
  Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
  ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
  And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
  and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
  You choose or you lose while you conversatin
  enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin
  I want homegirl over there in red
  cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said
  When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
  Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
  But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
  Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
  (Get yo' boogie on, yeah
  Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood
  Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause
  Get yo' backyard boogie on)
  
  Chorus
  
  Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good
  You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
  Mackness, mackness, unh!
  Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
  Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
  Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause
  Get yo' backyard boogie on
  Gangstas don't dance we boogie
  Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
  Gangstas don't dance we boogie
  Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie
  Backyard boogie oogie oofie [repeat 8X]