Luyện nghe bài hát Back Up off Me

What's up y'all? It's the green-ster
This be played in residential neighborhoods
Clubs, cars, at high
Get Wodies, at high volume

I'm a down south nigga so y'all niggaz
I'm a west nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a east coast nigga so y'all niggaz
I'm a nigga so fuck y'all niggaz

I'm a down nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a east coast so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck niggaz

Rented gat in his ride, Wodie throw 'em up
We some no soldiers 'til the day that we die
And in my click be rowdy
Oh, boot up, or up, or get routed

I'm from the streets and I hang killers
I make music by the ghetto for the and killers
respect my hood, screamin' CP3
Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over with me

'Cause I'm a uptown nigga so fuck y'all
If we got problems we gon' bust triggers
Throw thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley
them haters, 'cause y'all can't hold me

I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all
I'm a west coast nigga so y'all niggaz
I'm a coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck niggaz

I'm a down south so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west coast nigga so fuck niggaz
I'm a east coast nigga so y'all niggaz
I'm a Midwest so fuck y'all niggaz

Get up, nigga tear da club up
If you ain't 'bout gettin' rowdy then back the up
Y'all, know I'm comin' you hear the chopper go blaka, blaka
I came to the roof off this motherfucker

The y'all get the harder I spit
And won't stop until they a fight in this bitch
I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire
Who say they harder? They are motherfuckin'

I touch the stage the crowd go
The devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't me
Mr. 9th ward, better respect
I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the

I'm a down south nigga so y'all niggaz
I'm a west nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck niggaz

I'm a south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a west coast nigga so fuck y'all
I'm a coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck y'all

B O U T it
Tear this motherfuckin' up, nigga get rowdy
Big D-O-double-G in this son of a bitch
Gotcha runnin' 'cause I'm comin' with that south

Close your bitch, dogghouse bitch
Whatchu thought We gon' stay rich
Well, the goes, we slangin' hoes
y'all be payin' hoes, we g'd up
And we pushin' pony-ups

And the heat goes the homie goes
And the knows
No limit and dogghouse it crack-a-lackin'
Mackin' actin', rip-rackin', gun clappin' and chip

I'm a down south nigga so fuck y'all
I'm a west nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a east coast so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck niggaz

up off me
Bitch, get off me
Better up off me
Bitch, get off me

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Bitch, get off me
back up off me
Bitch, get off me

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Bitch, get off me
Better up off me
Bitch, get off me

Better up off me
Bitch, get off me
Better up off me
Bitch, get off me

I'm a 3rd ward nigga so fuck y'all
I'm a 9th nigga so fuck y'all niggaz
I'm a long beach nigga so fuck y'all
I'm a no limit nigga so y'all niggaz

Shake them haters off, them haters off
Shake them haters off, them haters off
Shake haters off, shake them haters off
Which one of motherfuckers [Incomprehensible]
Back the up

Shake haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them off
them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake haters off, shake them haters off

them haters off, shake them haters off
Fuck the nigga
We back Wodie, No Limit, P and Magic
So I want y'all to do right now bounce

them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake haters off

Shake them haters off, them haters off
Shake them haters off, them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake them off

Shake them haters off, shake haters off
them haters off, shake them haters off
Shake them haters off, shake haters off

Yo snoop, it's country uncle master P man
The black Tony Montana, I wanna you
Thank you for you did for No Limit
We won the war together

We can do what we wanna do this
It ain't no Snoop, you been good to me
Now, it's for me to be good to you
I'm 'bout to give you your own Wodie

You do you wanna do
Bring 'em in, we get the kilos the south to the west
We 'em, give it to the world
it to the fuckin' record stores

Tell the haters to shut up
it still ain't No Limit
I know they thought this was the last
But they don't realize it ain't the last Snoopy

me and you baby, let's toast to success
Dogg house, No Limit, to the fuckin' man
Last meal on that puta, you fuckin'