David Balfour - Back That sh** Up lyrics

[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 b**hes 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 a** 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 n***as 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 sh** up, back that sh** up Back that sh** up - (Said don't get me started) Back that sh** up, back that sh** up (I swear to God bruh, I will get this sh** retarded) [Tay F 3rd] Look - see I was just a young n***a, in this b**h thuggin Long hair, skinny n***a, b**hes used to love me Pants saggin in the city where they known to keep a ratchet Momma told me tuck my chain, a n***a 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 n***as 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 sk**s 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' n***a you can run it Since, I was a youngin, my momma she told me f** 'em Have respect and have tolerance, but never let 'em run you We wiiiiild! [Chorus] [David Blake II] Look, now I'm just a young n***a 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 n***as, I ain't even catch a lot b**hes 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 k** '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 n***as 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 n***as, 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]