Dj Quik

Dj Quik - Back That Shit up

rate me

It costs 4 balls when you blide at the place

It’s 1700 and the VIP

And 3 bad bitches wanna drink it with me

Now what you tryin’ kickin’?

When they kickin’ the South?

Your numbers show that lil momma’s worth as big as a bow

Cause this is a damn movie in the back of my limo

They didn’t want it all the way

So they just can’t get...

Forgot who who you wasn’t

Tried to smash your cousin

So shake that ass

And she don’t mind driving with me

After hours is poppin’

We buzin’ like bees but ther eain’t no polen

These niggaz want my number

But it ain’t no Hollander

So roll it, roll it show it , blow it

Hoes throw iti ain’t focused

I’m drinkin’, smokin’

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Don’t get me started

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Don’thear me saying nigga

Bitches used to love me

Find me in the city

But they know to keep a record

I was never a real angel

Well guess that explains why we niggazreal

Everybody knows the drill

But we kept it real

Write a book

But the wrost gorft is a nigga buying a triger

And you tryin’to pull it

I’ve never done this on the fun

I was younger

My momm told me : fuck them

Never let them boundle you

So roll it, roll it show it , blow it

Hoes throw iti ain’t focused

I’m drinkin’, smokin’

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Don’t get me started

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Now im just a young nigga

And if you call

I can’t tell you how I did it

I’m wastin’ my nights

You can gather shots

I even got a job

I’m back at these niggaz

I ain’t never catch a lie

Bitches on my left and Bonnie on my right

Ronnie all front in me and only in my mind

Scouters tryin’ to live

See i’m about o get

You can catch me on my bike

Yeah i’m feeling well

I don’t even know I’m getting off

So they’re goin’ soft

I ain’t askin’ no question

Got to look at my wrist

They’re tossin’ to my niggaz

Lookin’ for a turn up and they found me

4 in the morning

It sounds late

So roll it, roll it show it , blow it

Hoes throw iti ain’t focused

I’m drinkin’, smokin’

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Don’t get me started

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

Back that shit up

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