Back Up Off The Wall (Street Version Acappella)

Herbs get me red, hold on, simply red

Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that

Y'all can go ahead with that

I'm trying to show you where my head is at

Dread be the positive black

Drop the beat, you get lax

See you when you get back

Lyrical three pack, spiritual miracle

Lord Jamar the imperial

Microphone serial killer, urban gorilla

You acting mysterious

We out to take this rap shit serious

Slap the taste out of your mouth to break out

Come on, come on, come on, yo

So get your back up off the wall, what

I said dance

Come on, come on, so put your hands up

Stop fronting and pop something

Cornball niggas stay fronting, ain't got nothing

Mad 'cause the life I lead, twice your speed

Brown skin mami, that's the wife I need

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed

Trying to ball with y'all but I might just squeeze

Now I'mma put a rush up on molasses

Breeze on through like easy passes

Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes

El Kabong

My people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong

Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheek and thong

For sure dogs, I don't mean to come off pushy

Blaze your party hot and have it smelling like Badussi

Spit my phlegm and drop my gem

Collect my wins and cop the Benz with the icy rims

I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller

The mic killer wrecking more shit than Godzilla

Matter of fact I'm more iller

Knock your shit off the pillar

The four wheeler touch every flavor but vanilla

You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thing

I get you open like them bald head niggas on Rogaine

Spit my flow all the way from New Road to Acapulco

My boo brown like cocoa, flip flows up like SoSo

Come on, come on, come on, yo

So get your back up off the wall, what

I said dance

Come on, come on, so put your hands up

Stop fronting and pop something

Cornball niggas stay fronting, ain't got nothing

Mad 'cause the life I lead, twice your speed

Brown skin mami, that's the wife I need

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed

Trying to ball with y'all but I might just squeeze

Get your back up off the wall, what

I said dance

Come on, come on, so put your hands up

Stop fronting and pop something

Cornball niggas stay fronting, ain't got nothing

Mad 'cause the life I lead, twice your speed

Brown skin mami, that's the wife I need

Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed

Trying to ball with y'all but I might just squeeze

Get your back up off the wall