Lyrics:
buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
Nigga, if you talk down, you might get hit with that K
Backstreet, Backstreet, Backstreet, Backstreet
I been countin' on the backstreet
Wick, yeah, nigga
And the punk police can't fade me and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my nine, get up
'Cause
the streets, boy
Better follow me towards
Downtown
What you see is what you get girl
Don't ever forget girl
Ain't seen nothing yet until you're
Downtown
they've lost
nine today.
CUSTOMER: Well, when is your next round?
MORTICIAN: Thursday.
DEAD PERSON: I think I'll go for a walk.
CUSTOMER: You're not
They sleeping on me let em nap
Shhh if you talk so loud
Because this the Soldier Girl Anthem yeah
Shout out Boboy for this one
This the Puna Boy Anthem
on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
the first round
'cause if you want eat you gotta be the baddest one around
I'm a backstreet crawler
Daddy paid for college I earned a degree
Got a job
and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my
voice)
Now take my case. I've been here five years, and every night they take
me down for ten minutes, then they hang me up again ... which I regard
cruise to Haiti
For fifty G's I get ten ki's and straight out weight it
I lock my area down - you can ask these boys
They know Wheezy got more white than
I'm a backstreet boy, I know what I want
Ain't gotta ask, yeah, I'm doin' shit these niggas don't
They tryna tag me, I act like I ain't see it
They
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and I'm back, and I'm havin' it, ayy
I'm from the trenches where I had to get it
I'm so
'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
I get knocked down, but I get up again,
You're never gonna keep me
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
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