[Intro: DJ Paul]
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
(Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
(Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off
(Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off
(Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off
(Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off
(Can you back it up?)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Talkin' your ass off? Nigga, let's see what you can do
When I got my Glizzock pressed up at your nappy-ass head
Don't say it wasn't you, fool
Shootin' on your sissy bitch-ass, it's easy, no need to get emotional
'Cause first of all everything is business, ain't shit personal
A hundred times I caught your ass slippin'
All high off the drugs, I could've start trippin' and rippin' your head off
With the TEC-9, but you don't hear it
Tryin' to test my pimpin' I'll run up on you
Cockin' it, you will feel it poking up your nose, boogers on my barrel
Pull the trigger back and watch your head just scatter
Go to the funeral, 'cause some shit like that it's straight to me
Ridin' in the land with your folks 'til you tried to play me
Bitch, I don't fuck around, I'll put your ass underground
You know you good as gone when you hear the *gunshots* sound
You run your mouth, but eventually you'll have to pay the cost
For talkin' your funky ass off, buster
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Ice Cube]
Talk your ass off
(Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off
(Can you back it up?)
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't-don't-don't-don't
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Now niggas always talkin' that funky shit
Sayin' what they do but never doin' it
Talkin' your ass off? I'm blowin' your ass off, there's nothin' to it
I got a TEC that'll take your ass out
And if you don't believe me just try me
I bet your sissy ass get ran up by the Triple 6 Mafia
Got you fools, petty fools complain, oh, come the Scarecrow
With the shit, all of us packin' the thangs
And my niggas down, my niggas down to clown
Oh you? Oh you, too? You don't have a fuckin' clue, fool
You just talk a lot of shit, but shit don't impress me
You better bring it on if you willin' to try and even test me
A vest, see, can never even save you when I start to bust
Automatic rounds comin' at you from every end, watch your head bust
The Killaman DJ Paul, is rollin' with The Serial Killaz
Lord Infamous and Napoleon got fingers on the triggers
And all real niggas take care they business, that's boss
And bullshit busters talk they ass off
[Chorus: DJ Paul & Ice Cube]
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
(Can you back it, can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
(Can you back it, can you back it up?)
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Don't, don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool
Don't-don't-don't-don't
