Lyrics:
need bout three body bags
Cause when I stuff em in the trunk, I ain't tryna stain up the back
He get home around three, usually sleep by midnight
I think
Kick it back by the pool on a Sunday
Then We roll then we roll on the Monday
We would stroll and I’ll hold you to my face
Keep it low keep it low
he
Pussies
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
An' he back with another classic
50
a toolie
I keep a 20 right up in my Ksubi
I just got spotted dealing in some new shit
Coming back after while with some new shit
Hitting that boy with akimbo
the struggle
They don't understand that struggle can be scary
Bottom of the stairs, you run out the fire exit
Backstreet boy, you don't wanna get arrested
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
ferrari
And Rosa could park that bitch in her driveway
2 seaters ain't meant for the poor
But people get tired of a taking back seat
Being underground
a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me
Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete
I'm a real shooter.
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with
shot yo daddy in the back for playing & capping,
Still on the backstreets,
I keep a drac on the passenger switch on a glizzy the K in the backseat,
300
the backstreets
Seat back like McConaughey, alright
(Alright, alright)
I work hard but play harder
Mm, ain't that the American dream?
Yeah, it's the end
to that
It was Eminem and Backstreet Boys
Fifty Cent in the club bumping New Noise
Linkin Park
And Street Sharks
Red power ranger could you call me Tony
type of gangster shit in all type of states (yeah)
Nigga say he tried me, know he cappin', boy, that shit no way (cappin')
Nigga know 'bout Slimeball,
Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how she set set me free oh lonesome me
boys is souped up, just
I walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autograph
He turned his back to me
Because I am so cool!
I waste no time
even ask me
Women in the front seat, niggas in the back seat
All my flaws on front street (what if I'm)
Cruising through the backstreets (what if I'm,
I was looking for my opp but he was tryna hide
Ay, Scrape that boy
Told twin go grab the .9-
Ay, yo bitch up in the spot she wanna fuck right now
I
Not Too Young, Not Too Old
I not too young and I not too old
Listen up everybody
This ain't Aaron party
Part two, I'm older now
Come and show me
I'm not too young and
I'm not too old
Listen up everybody
This ain't Aaron's party
Girl, whatcha gonna do
Come and talk to me
In the backseat
Working on my limits don't hold back
Bass so hard its bumping like Backstreet Boys
In my city yeah that true fact
Work it out
Live it up
Loving life
Loving
dream about the world that I never seen
Leave this place and move on by all my memories
Moving through the city
Backstreet alleyways and boulevard busies
niggas
And if the shit was a game, we'd skunk you niggas
Playin' make me [Incomprehensible], punk you niggas
Backstreet boy let your record label pump you
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