Back That Shit Up - DJ Quik

Ace of Spades, yeah that’s my taste

It costs four bones when you buy it at the place

It’s seventeen hundred 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 niggaz 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!

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)

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 niggaz 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!

Look, now I’m just a young nigga

In the code, when I couldn’t tell you how I did 'em

around my waist and I ain’t even got a job

I’m duckin on these niggaz, I ain’t even catch a lot

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 niggaz 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 niggaz, 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?