"Backyard Boogie [Album Version]" as written by Bobby F Ervin and Dedrick D'mon Rolison....
Yeah, yeah, yeah Verse One: Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies With a pocket full of cookies and mashin to the backyard boogie Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3X] And then we comin wit that Chorus: Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh) Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat 3X] Backyard boogie oogie oogie [repeat 2X] Verse Two: Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky Representin where you from cause it's West till I die Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf So I bails in the party, everythang is cool It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are see walkin Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin (Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday And we comin with that) Chorus Verse Three Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook And everybody left with the whole hustla bang and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang You choose or you lose while you conversatin enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin I want homegirl over there in red cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me (Get yo' boogie on, yeah Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on) Chorus Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good You can put that on yo' hood, everyday Mackness, mackness, unh! Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause Get yo' backyard boogie on Gangstas don't dance we boogie Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie Backyard boogie oogie oofie [repeat 8X]


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"Backyard Boogie" as written by Bobby F Ervin, Dedrick D'mon Rolison

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