Lyrics:
Let me get that off ya, boy (Hell no)
Let me get that off ya, boy (Hell no)
Man I heard you got that syrup (Hell no)
Le-- Let me get that off ya, boy
'till I see the view swirl, yeah
Or I could let the brew swirl
Slam 'em with my boys 'till I see the crew hurl
Fuck around and try to get inside my ex's
and it get violent
Yeahh this one for my brothers in a can ohhh
I'll be stepping by myself no place I can't go
Shout out to the north where my heart
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
to this and vibe
I hope you don't give up your dreams for a nine-to-five
Don't get me wrong, it'll pay your bills
But if you don't love your job, tell
sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with Nick in the Backstreets
lights got Lyt flashin', nigga, for the glory
You're Buzz Lightyears from here, Quill, and you tellin' toy stories
You boys bore me, that's why I'm hoggin'
not the answer
[Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys:]
For only love can conquer hate
[Christina Aguilera:]
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some
Time to move
To writing these songs
Tough work gotta be alone
Isolate get back in my zone
I was feeling her aye
She was feeling me aye
Wasn't working out
held me down, but I got up
Get ready 'cause I've had enough
I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter
Dancing through the fire
with me
By the looks I got ya shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I
of injustice
I'm tired of the schemes
The lies are disgusting, so
What does it mean, damn it?
You're kicking me down, I got to get up
As jacked as it sounds
problem voice of the streets
its me on the mic plus you on the cypher
the game gets strong while me i get stronger
eastside boys yes we are taking over
emi
then I must be there
I'm a backstreet boy with some bleach blonde hair
If you hear about a party then I want to be there
Tell me what you heard
I prefer
that killer
But don't mistake me for that
I get mad when I think this ting got
Me spitting with people like
Boya and Saskilla
Look right it's not what it
the bank teller bitch dont call me, (don't do it)
Posted in the wind, by the ocean wit the rastas,
Do it for my niggas tryna get it out the bottom (Off
To my knees and ima crawl
The last nine yards
Wherever the finish line
Is I gotta get that far
And I take all the fears
That have been putting me down
people petty
You don't know
You on a decline
You said you'd be
Checkin' for me
Guess you wasn't
Ready for me
Ever since a boy
I knew that I was blessed
or die my boy, gon head and take the oath
Right hand to the Bible, that I won't tell a soul
Cause if we get caught doing this, mane we going up the road
My
Girl up on me all I really do is laugh and smile
That’s all that I know
Moving down the backstreet in my whip
And my gang ain’t never switch uh
That just
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
Don't try holla for a free 16 now I'm sorry but I need to get paid
Can't get me on the phone if you do you can tell by my tone that I need to get
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
BG4L, gang (Drumma Boy, make that shit bang)
You gon' ride, yeah
They told me keep my head up (What?)
I'ma always hold it down (yeah)
They say
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