Lyrics:
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
lil dudes they kinda seem real cool
One name brian one named and rob and kenye too
Can't forget juan two years later damond
Making money making videos
Shake it out, man!
Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bartman!
Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Uh-huh.
Everybody, if you can, do
zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne]
as I'm walking by
It's right there in the front
But look at the back
Take a pic and send it, share if you want, yea
I don't care
You a weirdo, you a spy
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
got my back so I’m prepared for what’s in front me
-hope he hearin all my prayers though I been missin all them Sunday’s
-gettin rushed by a sale scale
Yo
I want my ass smacked, legs wide, front back, side to side,
Pussy wet, Slip-N-Slide, yup everything gonna be alright
Ass smacked, legs wide,
side of town ese, mi moto
Pero no me jolles, but I still enjoy this
Lil' Rob controla, fucking up this rola like a bomba on the boulevard
Cruising with
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
FUCK WITT US
[Cam'ron:]
Why should I entertain lies in the game
Pies to my name
E 5 to his brain, die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his brain,
ahead, go ahead make ya body move
Go ahead and make ya body move
[Lil' Rob]
I grab my Levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta'
911 it's emergency go get a docta'
You don't know by now boy they call me Waka Flocka
Gotta bad habbit
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
M-I- to the T
Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!
And yeah, that's me
Tank dog all I want to be, nigga I told ya
Tat on my back, is that of a no limit
[Chorus]
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that
Ese Lil Rob's back in
like Nag Champa
So ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (biatch)
While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this
We go front, back, side
say Savage bring tha sound back
Roll one out tha pound bag
Pound it from tha front...
Pound it from tha back...
Pound it from tha side...
Ima get you
enough
Ooh, light up my hands on 'em
I can know myself, mamacita
Strap on my side like a nigga say, "Yee-haw"
Yeah, girl you tried but you still a lil
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
And when the judge said life I was traumatized
And you know the thing that really cut inside
The victim was my lil cousin from the other side
I think back
Lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one
Lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one, lil' one
That's some real shit (FBG)
The Wizrd, play with
staring? ho, shit I'm the motherfucker
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my
we comin' from North side
That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin' "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old-heads, sold
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