[Lil Rob] Times are getting crazy holmes Things are a lot different than they used to be homie A lotta these foo's need to back the f** up You know? Orale Check this out dawg Sittin' at the bar just tippin' the gla** Tryin' to slow down my life cause it's gettin too fast But I don't mind see it's like quick in a flash See that chick she's imaginin' my dick in her a** (Whoa!) Did I say that? That's crazy ain't it? Just crazy lookin' don't know how to explain it Don't get me wrong homeboy I'm not complainin' Don't get all mad I'm not braggin' I'm just sayin' Just playin' talk to me bout my music I'm just a vato that'll do it just to do it I want nothing to do with... phony people Don't care what you like and don't care who you're cool with You're stupid actin' like if I'm the new kid I know you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid While I sat back and didn't give a f** Now rap is all I have so homeboy that's what's up [Chorus] Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb'll self destruct Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb will self destruct [Lil Rob] I don't forget about the past now I'm kickin' your a** I'll do it again and laugh cause you're kissin' my a** Got a rented 45 and I'm able to shoot Itchy finger hare trigger and it's pointed at you I'm not here to claim that I'm all insane in the brain I'm just here to let you know I'm not the same as you lames Your evil's comin' to you; yell for help no one's runnin' to you You burnt them bridges, remember? So no one's f**in' with you Ain't got no friends, ain't got no ends cause you keep burnin' your people Tell me when does it end? When will you realize that sh** ain't cool? I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you But they're just kids they really don't know what to do Don't worry mijo, it'll come to you And you'll say f** this fool What was I thinkin' about this vato's bein' about a buncha dumb sh** Can't believe I used to bump this, f** this [Chorus] [Lil Rob] Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the a** The shakin' just to break up the gla** But I'ma catch you sleepin' and pop a cap in your a** Put the holes in my own car if that's where you are Handle my sh** then probably go back to the bar Have me a drink, sit down and think About all the f**in' bullsh** that happened to me within this week But I'm three feet from gold and I was told I got a flow that's cold I guess that explains so many units sold I make jams you'll bump hopefully when you get old I'm a good guy but sometimes I just explode Sometimes I wish that I would rather be home Put down the microphone and leave it alone Turn off my phone Because it's bullsh** the way it goes down But my people really need me around, Chicano sound [Chorus] [Lil Rob] Back the f** up ey