Back Up

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

Sittin' at the bar just tippin' the glass

Tryin' to slow down my life 'cause it's getting' 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 ass

(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 fuck

Now rap is all I have so homeboy that's what's up

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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

I don't forget about the past now I'm kickin' your ass

I'll do it again and laugh 'cause you're kissin' 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 comin' to you; yell for help no one's runnin' to you

You burnt them bridges, remember? So no one's fuckin' 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 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 thinkin' about this vato's bein' about a buncha dumb shit

Can't believe I used to bump this, fuck this

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Jump in the carrucha put my foot on the gas

Hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass

The shakin' just to break up the glass

But I'ma catch you sleepin' 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 fuckin' 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

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