Lyrics:
uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club
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
(Goddamn)
5IVE been the boys like motherfuckin' Backstreet
These n****s talk tough, know you gotta pack heat
(These n****s talk tough, know you gotta pack
Intro
It's the year of Backstreet and Cowboy Bebop
When the millennium bug was what you caught at a porn shop
When One Week and Let's Ride were
I'm not too young and I'm not too old
Listen up everybody
This ain't Aaron's party
Part two, I'm older now
Come and show me body
Girl, whatcha
Everybody knows you ain't tough
You ain't fuckin' with us
The white boys goin' nuts
And once we knock you down
We ain't pickin' you up shut up!
I think we all
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
grippen all da fucking time I got your bitch giving Me dome call her Doug Dimmadome now everybody wanna go take her home Your boy Got dumped in the back
want the clout?
We hit him five time, that nigga died and came back to life
Posted a picture while he in the 'spital (ayy)
We goin' up, gang
through the backstreet
Why don't you get at me
Me and all my n*ggas
Ride around in the backseat
Flowing through traffic
Always got mad heat
I roll
back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I breathe safe
Nigga never saw it coming, that's how he got it (what?)
Well a man walked down by Galilee so the Holy Book does say
And a great multitude was gathered there without a thing to eat for days
Up stepped
Well a man walked down by Galilee so the Holy Book does say
And a great multitude was gathered there without a thing to eat for days
Up stepped
Duke
Don't be handin' me them bullshit, soldier stories, I make noise
You fuckin' with the original Backstreet Boys
(Billy)
That's the nigga name,
back they judging
Repercussions of the worse why you out there pulling stunts
Everybody wanna flex but who wanna be number one
When you in the club
keys, and park my car
No snap shots, cuz I might get popped
As I slide by security, givin 'em props
First thing I do, when I get in
Let me take you back
back in the briefcase
Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe
Outside I breathe safe
Nigga never saw it coming, that's how he got it (what?)
think I got a cheat cheat
Engine in the back man that's why I got no backseat
Show up with the boys and I am not talking backstreet
Any where we show up
Oh so oh so Presidential
Yessir
I'm sittin front row,
Gettin it off the backstreet,
Want smoke?
Find me where them packs be,
She came
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
precision
I been cooking in the kitchen
I'm a backstreet boy what you know about that
Move to the right
Then I slide to the back
I said a lot of fakes come
In a back-street club in town he goes to taste desire
Waiting for the meat, the lust burns in him like fire
Flames flicker in those empty eyes
That backstreet shit and I got hella racks
Yeah, these hoes don’t love me, yeah
Young nigga live and die in the street
Lost soul, lost child, yeah
Come
Yeah
Yes she's sweet
But she is prone to lie
And in the backstreets of the block
She has learned a lot
Yeah
Man I swear she's like a butterfly
She's
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