BACK$TREET BOY by Tone Capone Lyrics
Water whipping, in the kitchen getting it
Nigga scrape the pot, you know that shit be sticking
Whup it, make it stiffen, I been in the kitchen
Get ya wrist a twisting, get ya wrist a clicking
Fo you know it nigga, now ya wrist a drippin
Glock up on my hip, ya that bitch extended
Ioun leave no witness
Ioun leave no witness
Found out he snitching, shot my condefendant
Gahh damn!
Come on my nigga, you know we can't be no freaks for attention
Yeen gotta act like sum you not
You know we really came from out the trenches
12 came, we was jumping them fences
Beef came, mane we handle the business
Seen shit that I could never forget
Did shit Ima always remember
Ain have no sack, I kicked a door & stole it
Pull up, I'm in the hood like my motor
4 & a baby, push it with a stroller
Ioun care whea its from, Ima push it & roll it
Run thru them p's like it ain shit
Run thru them p's like it ain shit
If I'm dropping dick in ha back & she dnt let me trap out ha house, she a fake bitch
12th grade in Ms. Eastridge class, in the side desk, pocket full of twenties
He say a bully, but we toting them fullies
Everybody hard til a nigga pull it
But just cuz you shoot it, that don't make you gangsta
Know some fuck niggas with a trigger finger
So them bodies ain impressing me
I come from where the bitches tote bangers
Tru to the game, took an oath
Always stick to tha code
Nigga used to trap in front the store
I will never ever ever fold
Selling green like I'm Danny Ainge
Kyrie how I swerve the lane
Big Baller like Zo nem
Might 4 fifth, 4-4 him
Switch up the flow, got em beggin fa mo
Used to not have no bed, had to sleep on the floor
If you from the gutta, you know how it go
Mane we str8 from the street, we came up on the low
Peeping the cross, I just wink thru the scope
They don't wake up til 12, I'm been juggin since 4
Mane I'm str8 out the mud, where you get it & go
If you ain got no rubber, just nut down ha throat
Nigga scrape the pot, you know that shit be sticking
Whup it, make it stiffen, I been in the kitchen
Get ya wrist a twisting, get ya wrist a clicking
Fo you know it nigga, now ya wrist a drippin
Glock up on my hip, ya that bitch extended
Ioun leave no witness
Ioun leave no witness
Found out he snitching, shot my condefendant
Gahh damn!
Come on my nigga, you know we can't be no freaks for attention
Yeen gotta act like sum you not
You know we really came from out the trenches
12 came, we was jumping them fences
Beef came, mane we handle the business
Seen shit that I could never forget
Did shit Ima always remember
Ain have no sack, I kicked a door & stole it
Pull up, I'm in the hood like my motor
4 & a baby, push it with a stroller
Ioun care whea its from, Ima push it & roll it
Run thru them p's like it ain shit
Run thru them p's like it ain shit
If I'm dropping dick in ha back & she dnt let me trap out ha house, she a fake bitch
12th grade in Ms. Eastridge class, in the side desk, pocket full of twenties
He say a bully, but we toting them fullies
Everybody hard til a nigga pull it
But just cuz you shoot it, that don't make you gangsta
Know some fuck niggas with a trigger finger
So them bodies ain impressing me
I come from where the bitches tote bangers
Tru to the game, took an oath
Always stick to tha code
Nigga used to trap in front the store
I will never ever ever fold
Selling green like I'm Danny Ainge
Kyrie how I swerve the lane
Big Baller like Zo nem
Might 4 fifth, 4-4 him
Switch up the flow, got em beggin fa mo
Used to not have no bed, had to sleep on the floor
If you from the gutta, you know how it go
Mane we str8 from the street, we came up on the low
Peeping the cross, I just wink thru the scope
They don't wake up til 12, I'm been juggin since 4
Mane I'm str8 out the mud, where you get it & go
If you ain got no rubber, just nut down ha throat