From Da Back lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
n*gga please
I'm hotter than 100 degrees
Poppy in me
But sex don't come until we come to our knees
Gimme' yo' cheese
Before I get my n*ggas and weed
Flatten you out
Take care of that
That's how it be baby
Me and my girls cost too much for you n*gga
Extra n*gga in the Jag
Can you get with me n*gga
Hell No!
I'm the b*tch wit the chronic that's getting high
Makin' money, looking funny
When I f*ck on you guys
Damn right! I'm the b*tch of da night
No matter what
Thugged out in some Sean John jeans
A big butt
What you see when I'm walking on by
I see you looking
Whether male or female
You in I see you lookin'
(Bigger pus*y)
When I'm packin' yo' n*gga
You know the taste
At the "S" it's 99'
You serve me wit' cha' face n*gga
You know we did it
You be trickin' like daddy
Oops I spilled the beans baby
I be braggin' not dissin', ya heard?
[Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby

[Verse 2: D.J. Paul]
I seen em' coming out the club
Drop the posse
Walk me down
Barely able to stand up
Barely able to fall down
Hanging in the bathroom
With my dogs
It's all about two balls
Now I need a warm cup
For a di*k and two balls
It's Paul
In a Jag
But ain't bout' to brag
I'm trying to grab a little hot something, skattely wag
Some bout it
Some down it
Stray ghetto ass ho!
Some ready for war!
Cause hittin it boy
Will make your ass go!
All motherf*cking night don't play
Drop yo' jawphones, it's on, cause this di*k on my leg
Y'all n*ggas want a real di*ksucker
Come Down South
Make you say
"Damn, girl you still eat with that mouth"!
Then she turned over, caught dripping like a faucet
I called my dog Juice mane cause this ho about to toss it
I'm f*cking wit chu, cause you f*cked wit me!
And caught this christian in a bad little somethin to my whole weed
(Whole Weed)!
[Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
First, my n*gga call the freak
Tell her she got di*k to eat
Balls and all standing tall
Don't forget the jack "a" me
Tell her five dope we keep
Opt a move as just a sweep
Heard she liked it from da back
In the back from toronsy
Paul said she wants to blow
With bad (b*tch) week we cut off her
I don't wanna hit the jump
Grab my 8.0 we'll get her drunk
"My n*gg, what chu' waiting on"?
"Hey let me use that other phone"
f*ck that, she got skit to hit
Im'a call that ho while she at home
"Hello"
"What's the bidness b*tch?"
"Who is this?"
"Mister di*k"
"I'm bout' to come and scoop you up"!
"For what?"
"For what to f*ck, the click
My dog said you got the clams
Silicon wit the ass
Don't even need a bag
To hide your face
To sit you down!
Rumors say you turn em' out
In da car, or on da couch!
Never hear em' yellin' ouch!
di*k and balls up in yo' mouth!
Grab my 8.0, (and in a hit)
Maybe you can bring you friend"
"Do you n*ggas got that blow"
"YA" !
[Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
You dealing with some thugs
Who like to hit it from the back (back)
With no kind of springs attached
What you think about that shorty
You dealing with some b*tches
Who like cheese up front (front)
Get down on your knees up front
Now what you think about that baby
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