C-Murder - Back Up Lyrics

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Bob ya head to this

Bob yo head to that

Bob ya head to this

They say i'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause i be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy i hang in the cut boy

I test 'em up boy 'cause i don't give a fuck boy

Now back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what

Back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what

I ain't trippin' naw nigga never

Any kind of weather wind or whatever

I'm way too clever status too lifted

Talented and gifted we tossed it i pitch it

A hog in the dog ball fall and ball

Touch all of y'all duck off in the fog

Sippin' a lil' tipsy like nipsy fortune teller said it look bad

She was a gypsy mean like fiend a gangsta nawha mean?

Underground tell i'm under the ground get the mainstream

Pistol packin' totin' smokin' cuttin' throatin' soldier

I told ya back up rova it's over

They say i'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause i be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy i hang in the cut boy

I test 'em up boy 'cause i don't give a fuck boy

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Watch me flippa flippa treat em' like a doubie

Roll it and spin it fast just like a oozie

Ain't gone let it blues me let nothin' get to me

Come back hard and star in my own movie

If ya think ya know me man you don't know me

I done seen it all and done it all ain't nothin' you can show me

I roll with high rollers and purse snatcha's

Cut boys homie that still cause throw backa's

B.g. skeeza's that count cheese and hold keys

Screamin' c please let me see ya enemies

I keep it real like murda dog and black dog

I'm attack dog waitin' to jack and whack y'all

They say i'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause i be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy i hang in the cut boy

I test em' up boy 'cause i don't give a fuck boy

Back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what

Back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what

Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a sunday

With a a.k. with the base hay wildin' out wildin' out boy

With a pocket full of stones i'm in the zone

Do the gangsta walk do the gangsta bounce

Now show ya gold's boy mean mug that fool

Now show ya gold's boy

They say i'm crazy but they can't faze me

Them chicks be lovin' me 'cause i be thuggin' see

I'm just a cut boy i hang in the cut boy

I test em' up boy 'cause i don't give a fuck boy

Back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what

Back the fuck up

Throw ya hood up

Back the fuck up

Now nigga what

Once again you have been listening to

An xl and c-murder collaboration

Ya know i told him if he get me the vocals

I could hook him up ya heard me

Holla holla holla holla

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