Lyrics:
on the backstreet, we on the rap beat, we just..
I'ma show you something, I'ma show you something fuckin
Scam, scam, scam, scam, scam, nigga
We on the backstreet, we
rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh, surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga show me
Nobody told me I
stretch marks, with black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith
play
Posted on that backstreet with the boys we making plays
Yeah that's my team won't have it any other way
Big dog I'm a lion and you hiding you
tell that by the cash difference
I could never be one of these lil' sorry ass niggas
Last thing that boy see gon' be a body bag zipper
Send him down
will never recover
And now that I’m all by myself
PulL me up, but my heads still underwater
You got me in a backseat backstreet, calling me crazy
Don’t
the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt, butt-naked it all work
You nasty boy, you nasty
You
a million out them apartments
Shooting for my dreams
Now they say that I'm a target
Ay making bands on the backstreet
With them boys
Tucking the Franklins
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
She's a
Cute girl that I met back in high school
If this a game then we playing by my rules
First we'd talk a bit, then we'd go up to my room
She
beat
Now they really on the hot seat
It gets dark on the backstreets
I can never sit in the backseat
Always in front never pass me
Step off I'm calling
the reigns
Cuz I like living in the fast lane
You're like a dream boy, don't ever change
Feels like I'm home with you baby
It do it do yeah
I'm safe in all
stop it
Got the demons in my brain but the angles try to stop it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm with the boys yeah we chillin in the backstreet
I wish I should've
a whole clan mad, I want the same car my man Jam had
I never get it by little crack freaks in backstreets
Fuck the backseat, it's time to let my gat speak
(Like a fuckin chauffeur)
(Mann you crazy for this one, Jimmy on the beat boy)
Maybe I want her
Man she drive me crazy like a fuckin Chauffeur
Took
the right questions
You'd see we can relate
Ask me about bagels
About malls and growing up
About Backstreet Boys, Avril Lavigne and Z100
We screamed
in the wraith (Wraith)
The seats is heated, they giving massage
(Aye) i thought you was hard
Do a drive-by in the hellcat charger
Take 'em to the,
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
Grind 'cause I gotta (gotta)
Milk this game 'til it's sour (oh)
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter (oh)
Even though the boy smooth sellin'
written to spit it that
Way
As I air all you out nigga it's trash day
Like the backstreet boys, I just wanted it that way
Wait (wait)
My days start late
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...I say dem boys at war
I sat dem
procentów a dokładnie sto
Jak tych mega patentów na składni i flow
I ja jestem do tego ziom wchodzę w ten układ
Ze stylem zbyt skomplikowanym byś go ukradł
I'm a rider
I'm a up all nighter
And i'm gonna get to you
I'm a mooler
I'm a backstreet crawler
And i'm gonna get to you any way that i can
We were 16
Runnin' through the backstreets
Fuck, I kept you happy
It’s All I’ve known
I know you told me
you found your love
And that You told me
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