Back Up – C-murder – letras

Intro:Bob ya head to thisBob yo head to thatHook:They say I’m crazyBut they can’t faze meThem chicks be lovin’ meCause I be thuggin’ seeI’m just a Cut BoyI hang in the Cut BoyI test em’ up BoyCause I don’t give a fuck BoyHook 2 (2x):Now,Back the fuck upThrow ya hood upBack the fuck upNow nigga whatVerse 2:I ain’t trippin’Naw, nigga neverAny kind of weatherWind or whateverI’m way too cleverStatus too liftedTalented and giftedYou tossed it, I pitch itA hog in the dogBall, fall and ballI touch all of y’allDuck off in the fogSippin’, a lil’ tipsy, like NipsyFortune Teller said it look badShe was a GypsyMean like FeindA gangsta, Nawha mean?Underground, tell I’m Under the groundXL:(Keep The MainStream)Pistol packin’, Totin’, Smokin’Cuttin’, Throatin’, SoldierI told ya, back up Rova, It’s overHook2 (2x):They say I’m crazy(Uh Huh)But they can’t faze me(Fa Sho)Them chicks be lovin’ me(Keep it real)Cause I be thuggin’ see(Wile Out)I’m just a Cut Boy(What ya do)I hang in the Cut Boy(Them what)I test em’ up Boy(Yeah)Cause I don’t give a fuck BoyHook 2xVerse 2:Watch meFlippa, FlippaTreat em’ like a doubieRollit and spin it fastJust like a OozieAin’t gone let it Blues meLet nothin’ get to meCome back hard and star in my own MovieIf ya think ya know me ManYou don’t know meI done seen it all, And done it allAin’t nothin’ you can show meI roll with high rollersAnd Purser Snatcha’sCut Boys, homie that still cause throwbacka’sB.G. skeeza’s that count cheese and hold KeysScreamin’ C, Please let me see ya enemiesI keep it real like Murda Dog and Black DogI’m attack dog, waitin’ to jack and whack y’all(Hook)Verse 3:Ridin’ down the wrong wayDown a one way on a SundayWith a A.K., with the Bass Hay(Hey!)Wildin’ Out, Wildin’ Out boyWith a pocket full of stonesI’m in the zoneDo the Gangsta Walk(O.K)Do the Gangsta Bounce(Alright)Now show ya Gold’s boyMean Mug that foolNow show ya Gold’s boy(ooks 1 and 2)XL:Once again, you have been listening toAn XL and C-Murder collaborationYa KnowI told him, if he get me the vocalsI could hook him up, ya heard meHolla, Holla…(Fade Out)