Lil' O – Back Back (2001) | Track profile | Dork

Lil' O – Back Back (2001) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Back Back

[Intro]

We in trouble this time, I feel it

Call 9-1-1, they fiddin' to be wylin to this dawg

Straight up, man

C'mon, c'mon

[Chorus]

Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet

Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat

Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet

Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me

Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet

Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me

Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet

Gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet

[Verse 1]

Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me

I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's

Some say I'm cocky and rude I might be

But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me

I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea

Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey

Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty

Don't make me pepper spray your face have you lookin' all spicy

Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me

Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee

Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T

When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth

But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat

And ya'll walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely

I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep

And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Say I'm the type of cat  when I pull up in the place

You hatas like a blow job put it in they face

I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great

Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights

Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks

Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash

You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks

Then try to box a nigga when you hear he hit your freak

But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak

And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets

You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet

Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek

Then wanna step to me talkin' but (Oh you foul!)

All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)!

I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild

You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops

Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops

Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot

Fist full of grain other hand on the Glock

Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got

That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot

The first one to jump is the first getting shot

Put the beam on his head then I take off his block

You love to rob O like take off you rocks

Take off your shoes playa take off your socks

But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch

Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart

You know how I do playa shake off tha marks

Hit him with the big guns that take off a part

Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark

Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart

[Chorus till end]

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