Lyrics:
Hey baby, hey baby, hey
All the boys get the girls in the back, back, back
I'm the one they feed upon
Give a bit a star is born
And if your hot
while I hit the ground running (yo yo)
You can try and throw me down but I'ma jump back up
Up and away over your head everybody look, look
It's a bird its
Just shake your rump
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
Check, baby
out)
Huh
Huh
Slam it, baby (huh)
Enter the jam
The party is packed and I rap
Girls wall to wall
There's my man hangin' out at the back
So I
ass back fo I break it
(Baby got back!)
Booty so big Ground move when she Shake it
(Gon Make it shake)
-Grey leggings no panties she a Freak
(You
a drink then you take 'em by the hand
Do that electric slide with a smooth side glide
To the center of the room while locking eyes
Then in time to the beat
(Chorus)
Jpilla: yea yea yea We Winnin Baby uh!!yo check this out
Jpilla: Didn't Want to see me win but I Came back I-I Came back I-I Came back
warming up
Now get it done
Back it up yo
Tell her back it up
Back it up
Back it up yo
Tell her back it up
Back it up
Back it up yo
Tell her back it up
Back
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
Oh baby
You're short tempered I guarantee
Flip-flopping to jealousy
Spin me back like a pirouette
Then you're breaking me down
By your sapphire
Jump in, let's go (Let's go, baby)
Lay back (ooh-ooh), enjoy the show
Everybody gets high (High), everybody gets low (Low)
These are the days (Days)
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun, they all will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle
Mm hmm, my baby loves the Western
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
baby, hey baby, hey!
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
All the boys get the girls in the back
I'm the one they feed upon
Give a bit, a star is
the warden put me in the hole 'cause I wouldn't rap for the guards
I had bars back when Lambo burned my demo on a CDR
This GOAT talk, nigga, TB12
From
away for long
she calls me on the phone
I jump up when I hear her voice
then I'm alright
'Til my baby comes home
I get weak in the knees
my
the Rolls or the Wraith
Back seat presidential money Black driver like native son naw
I ain't talking about Bigger Thomas Talking bout get to a bag um saying
Man act smart he just jump when it's clever
Man start wingin' he just jump on the feather
Phone kept ringin' wanted skunk from the bredda
Back in
Hey Baby, Hey Baby, Hey
All the boys get the girls in the back
Check it out, it's Bounty Killer, and No Doubt
Jump on the stage makes me goin crazy
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
They all have gun, they all will travel
Give me back my boots and saddle
Mm hmm, my baby loves the Western
rooting when I shoot it
Girl I want you fuck the games
Jump on the ride we could slide
Go out through the back babe
Leave em in last place
Delete him
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
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