DJ Quik — Back That Shit Up

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] Ace of Spades, yeah, that's my taste It costs four bones when you buy it at the place It's 1700 in the V.I.P And three bad bitches wanna drink it with me Now we just tryna kick it 'til they kickin us out Then I'ma show lil' mamas what this dick is about 'Cause it's a damn movie in the back of my limo They didn't want it all the way so they just gave me a demo Rubbin feels good when you're drunk and you're buzzin Forgot who you was and tried to smash your cousin (I'm sorry!) So shake that ass like a tree in the wind Then she gon' migrate with me and two of her friends They let all four of us in, the after hours is poppin We buzzin like bees but it ain't no pollen These niggas want my number but it ain't no holl'n (no) And hookers get kicked out if it ain't no swall'n So wiiiiild! [Chorus: DJ Quik] (Tay F 3rd) Hold it, fold it, show it, blow it Hoes, throw it, status, quo it I ain't, focused, been drinkin', been smokin' (Look - so I won't think twice if you ever start provokin') Back that shit up, back that shit up Back that shit up - (Said don't get me started) Back that shit up, back that shit up (I swear to God, bruh, I will get this shit retarded) [Verse 2: Tay F 3rd] Look - see I was just a young nigga, in this bitch thuggin Long hair, skinny nigga, bitches used to love me Pants saggin in the city where they known to keep a ratchet Momma told me tuck my chain, a nigga might snatch it I was never affiliated, was in it for the thrill An amigo ever spot it, we stomp and pop a pill And I, guess that explain why these niggas real Mouths closed, pistols tucked, everybody know the drill Doves cry when thugs die, but dude, we kept it real Did the time, pump the steel, read a book, gainin' skills Learn you can live by the gun but die by it But the worst thing your best friend behind the trigger tryna pull it I went through it all, been there and done it On the Front Ave., see me lil' nigga you can run it Since, I was a youngin, my momma, she told me fuck 'em Have respect and have tolerance, but never let 'em run you We wiiiiild! [Chorus: DJ Quik] (Tay F 3rd) Hold it, fold it, show it, blow it Hoes, throw it, status, quo it I ain't, focused, been drinkin', been smokin' (Look - so I won't think twice if you ever start provokin') Back that shit up, back that shit up Back that shit up - (Said don't get me started) Back that shit up, back that shit up (I swear to God, bruh, I will get this shit retarded) [Verse 3: David Blake II] Look, now I'm just a young nigga In the code, when I couldn't tell you how I did 'em Louis around my waist and I ain't even got a job I'm dunkin' on these niggas, I ain't even catch a lob Bitches on my left, and money on my right Money all in front of me and money on my mind See, I'm just tryna live, I kill 'em, that's in mic See I'm about to gas, you can catch me on my bike Yeah I'm chillin', brah, I don't even know I'm gettin off And all these niggas bore me, so now I'm goin soft I ain't askin no questions, I do it like a don I'm standin on the top, 49th at the Palms Got 'em lookin at my wrist, Rollie-ollie what's the time? Then toss it to my niggas, you know I throw them dimes Lookin for a turn-up, and then they found me 4 in the morning, we ain't even sound asleep, you see? [Chorus: DJ Quik] (Tay F 3rd) Hold it, fold it, show it, blow it Hoes, throw it, status, quo it I ain't, focused, been drinkin', been smokin' (Look - so I won't think twice if you ever start provokin') Back that shit up, back that shit up Back that shit up - (Said don't get me started) Back that shit up, back that shit up (I swear to God, bruh, I will get this shit retarded)