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for my boys in the backstreet
Running up plays like a motha fuckin athlete

Back in the day
I was just like you
Down bad on a feeling that I cannot lose

Scratches running down my back
Group of Seven
Like a rocky, little landscape
Map
Graffiti on my body baby
Watch you paint a picture
Like a backstreet

Mesmerize

Ja Rule

Exodus

2005

I'm wit'chu baby)

I, got a fetish for fuckin' you wit'cha skirt on
On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon
What's takin' so long? I'm

on the street where that boy lives
Harlem girl
Never left at all

She could have a penthouse
Pictures in the hall
But she chose a backstreet
With

and backstreet tales 
They'll never understand how feel our passion 
Strength thru oi! 
Don't care how do you feel, work is over! 
More mates coming to the pub 

used to be a backstreet boy on the low, Make a plays like an athlete, keep it on
The stove
Talkin' to a billionaire, but you ain't ever know, You ain't

(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
From the album Wilderness

[C.W. clears his throat.]
Roy. By C.W. McCall.

[The only musical instrument heard is

főzelék a gáztűzhelyen 
 Backstreet Boys van a posztereken. 
  
 2x

of the raw power raise your voice All You backstreet girls and runaway boys We never really wanted any compromise Let me see the fire in your eyes

na blok, Ty budź sąsiada tym
Jestem jak Beastie Boys
Nie Backstreet Boys jak Ty
Jak gram na narodowym
To strzelam conajmniej trzy

at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off

Watts boys in the hood spit
Nothing but that hot shit

a vest boy?
Bout to aim for the head boy 

Came thru, cutting thru the backstreet
Burner on the back seat, woah woah woah
Five star nigga in the back

Swerving through the backstreets 
Hit em with the backstroke
Rims in the bathtub
Headed to the bando
Reds in the Rear view 
Im mad then

standin' on the block right now (what?), I'm on the backstreet (what?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin' (yeah)
I got gold money and I bought

care
I'm a backstreet boy with some bleach blonde hair
If you hear about a party then I want to be there
I said I must be there
If you hear about a party

dinheiro
Tipo BackStreet Boy

Minha Profissão é o Trap
Mas eu te explico depois
Fazer muito dinheiro
Fugir pra uma ilha depois


- Rima Still Ronny

Essa

I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

Uh, I thank the Lord for my mother
Too young to understand but why every summer
She ain't want me outside when it was hot, boy
Influenced by

out this Johnny best believe we catch a hat
We ain't smokin' on that boy no more, because that nigga plat
Shit, we caught him by surprise, ain't got no

esepecially for me
By a boy from down in Texas, Willie and it accepted
So good on our dancers
We hope you like it, it's little different of what we normally do

was a real big deal
That's a real tough pill
Imma get that boy killed
Via will gun trill imma never leave the ville Till I shoot a 30 in his ass bow bow

Bad bitches love me when I put my thug on
And real niggas feel me, cause I put my hood on
It ain't a backstreet or alleyway I ain't good on Because

I may not be pure at heart but I loved you,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you.

Day by day I see

The Professional

DMX

...And Then There Was X

because of the bomb
I could be waiting, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fucking chicken wire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up