Back Up

(álbum: Neighborhood Music - 2004)

[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 fuck up
You know? Orale
Check this out dawg

Sitting at the bar just tipping the glass
Trying 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 imagining my dick in her ass (Whoa!)
Did I say that? That's crazy ain't it?
Just crazy looking don't know how to explain it
Don't get me wrong homeboy I'm not complaining
Don't get all mad I'm not bragging I'm just saying
Just playing 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 acting 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 fuck
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'll self destruct

[Lil Rob]
I don't forget about the past now I'm kicking your ass
I'll do it again and laugh 'cause you're kissing my ass
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 coming to you; yell for help no one's running to you
You burnt them bridges, remember? So no one's fucking with you
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no ends 'cause you keep burning your people
Tell me when does it end? When will you realize that shit 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 fuck this fool
What was I thinking about this vato's being about a buncha dumb shit
Can't believe I used to bump this, fuck 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 ass
The shaking just to break up the glass
But I'ma catch you sleeping and pop a cap in your ass
Put the holes in my own car if that's where you are
Handle my shit then probably go back to the bar
Have me a drink, sit down and think
about all the fucking bullshit 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 bullshit the way it goes down
But my people really need me around, Chicano sound

[Chorus]

[Lil Rob]
Back the fuck up ey