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Backstreets of Desire (Willy DeVille) · JLS (JLS) · JLS (JLS) · Backstreets of American Oi (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Backstreets of Desire (Willy DeVille) · JLS [Girls' Night In Edition] (JLS) · Elvis Is Back!/Something for Everybody [1999 RMSTR] [ Bonus Tracks] (Elvis Presley) · Elvis Is Back!/Something for Everybody [Legacy Edition] (Elvis Presley) · Back to Back (Tina Turner) · Back 2 Back Hits (The Raspberries) – and 90 other albums »


Mack in the back, [Name] on the dancefloor
Now it's time for us to cold get loose
To show everybody out there that we got juice
Tonight's the night
happening
(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
ass is trippin' because the nina gave that ass a whippin'
The back-street way yard six feet digger
Loced out with the nine makin' that ass shiver
So the lone ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face
Go back, hell no!
I
holdin' my convulsion knowin' I was next to blow
Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe
From mornin' to the nightfall
From the mornin'
'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
God damn, man, everybody got Bugattis
But I'mma keep
barreled" Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" 
"We back, don't test" Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah"
"Comin' from the thirty-six chamber"
back, type of nigga
Fuck you
Disrespect your mother, your brother
Father and son, too (everybody!)
Long live the music cause it's part of my blood
Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
God damn, man, everybody got
sumpin' 
Turn it up, make it pumpin' 
Let's sing it real loud 
Everybody get down 
Backstreet, Britney, 'N Sync, Christine 
Everybody talk about 
Pop music
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood

It ain't about where you at, it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might hit
started
Back in '88 it was about battle rappin' and shootin' guns off
At house parties, say "HO" before rhymin'
No complainin', no money, no fame, still