Song | Backyard Boogie |
Artist | Mack 10 |
Album | 110% Hip Hop |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Verse One: | |
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise | |
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes | |
It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee | |
It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free | |
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars | |
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars | |
And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone | |
Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on | |
Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia | |
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day | |
It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies | |
With a pocket full of cookies | |
and mashin to the backyard boogie | |
Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3X] | |
And then we comin wit that | |
Chorus: | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah) | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that) | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh) | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat 3X] | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie [repeat 2X] | |
Verse Two: | |
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky | |
Representin where you from cause it's West till I die | |
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth | |
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf | |
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool | |
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school | |
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues | |
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews | |
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose | |
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce | |
I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin | |
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin | |
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger | |
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga | |
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin | |
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin | |
(Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good | |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday | |
And we comin with that) | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look | |
ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook | |
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang | |
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang | |
You choose or you lose while you conversatin | |
enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin | |
I want homegirl over there in red | |
cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said | |
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro | |
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe | |
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key | |
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me | |
(Get yo' boogie on, yeah | |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood | |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause | |
Get yo' backyard boogie on) | |
Chorus | |
Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good | |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday | |
Mackness, mackness, unh! | |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on | |
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on | |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause | |
Get yo' backyard boogie on | |
Gangstas don't dance we boogie | |
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies | |
Gangstas don't dance we boogie | |
Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie | |
Backyard boogie oogie oofie [repeat 8X] |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Verse One: | |
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise | |
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes | |
It' s a whole new game for me like TLee | |
It' s nineseven now and I' ma stay sucka free | |
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars | |
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars | |
And everthang is straight I' m in the full zone | |
Gettin paper every day, it' s all I' m trippin on | |
Cause ain' t nothin like a ride in California | |
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day | |
It' s oneoh, fo' sho', and I' m clownin all the rookies | |
With a pocket full of cookies | |
and mashin to the backyard boogie | |
Get yo' boogie on repeat 3X | |
And then we comin wit that | |
Chorus: | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie yeah | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie it' s all about that | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie unh | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie it' s the backyard boogie repeat 3X | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie repeat 2X | |
Verse Two: | |
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky | |
Representin where you from cause it' s West till I die | |
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth | |
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf | |
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool | |
It' s niggaz in the hood I ain' t seen since high school | |
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues | |
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews | |
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose | |
It kinda remind me of the truce in ninedeuce | |
I' m even kickin back, and I' m usually chicken hawkin | |
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin | |
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd' s gettin bigger | |
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga | |
And it' s off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin | |
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin | |
Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it' s all good | |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday | |
And we comin with that | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
Now it' s out of control, and everywhere you look | |
ain' t nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook | |
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang | |
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang | |
You choose or you lose while you conversatin | |
enough cock to go around, so ain' t no playa hatin | |
I want homegirl over there in red | |
cause Baby Got Backs like MixaLot said | |
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro | |
Cause Mack oneoh just refuse to save a hoe | |
But it' s a done deal, locked up throw away the key | |
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me | |
Get yo' boogie on, yeah | |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood | |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause | |
Get yo' backyard boogie on | |
Chorus | |
Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it' s all good | |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday | |
Mackness, mackness, unh! | |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on | |
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on | |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause | |
Get yo' backyard boogie on | |
Gangstas don' t dance we boogie | |
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies | |
Gangstas don' t dance we boogie | |
Mack 10 ain' t no motherfucker rookie | |
Backyard boogie oogie oofie repeat 8X |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
Verse One: | |
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise | |
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes | |
It' s a whole new game for me like TLee | |
It' s nineseven now and I' ma stay sucka free | |
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars | |
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars | |
And everthang is straight I' m in the full zone | |
Gettin paper every day, it' s all I' m trippin on | |
Cause ain' t nothin like a ride in California | |
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day | |
It' s oneoh, fo' sho', and I' m clownin all the rookies | |
With a pocket full of cookies | |
and mashin to the backyard boogie | |
Get yo' boogie on repeat 3X | |
And then we comin wit that | |
Chorus: | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie yeah | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie it' s all about that | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie unh | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie it' s the backyard boogie repeat 3X | |
Backyard boogie oogie oogie repeat 2X | |
Verse Two: | |
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky | |
Representin where you from cause it' s West till I die | |
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth | |
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf | |
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool | |
It' s niggaz in the hood I ain' t seen since high school | |
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues | |
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews | |
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose | |
It kinda remind me of the truce in ninedeuce | |
I' m even kickin back, and I' m usually chicken hawkin | |
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin | |
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd' s gettin bigger | |
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga | |
And it' s off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin | |
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin | |
Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it' s all good | |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday | |
And we comin with that | |
Chorus | |
Verse Three | |
Now it' s out of control, and everywhere you look | |
ain' t nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook | |
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang | |
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang | |
You choose or you lose while you conversatin | |
enough cock to go around, so ain' t no playa hatin | |
I want homegirl over there in red | |
cause Baby Got Backs like MixaLot said | |
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro | |
Cause Mack oneoh just refuse to save a hoe | |
But it' s a done deal, locked up throw away the key | |
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me | |
Get yo' boogie on, yeah | |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood | |
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause | |
Get yo' backyard boogie on | |
Chorus | |
Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it' s all good | |
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday | |
Mackness, mackness, unh! | |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on | |
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on | |
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause | |
Get yo' backyard boogie on | |
Gangstas don' t dance we boogie | |
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies | |
Gangstas don' t dance we boogie | |
Mack 10 ain' t no motherfucker rookie | |
Backyard boogie oogie oofie repeat 8X |