Goodie Mob, Backbone - All A's lyrics

I got tha feet, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake when they
See they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all A's

Say say say say Crack
What's the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I'm gettin dirty looks from niggas
On the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they can't see
Me when I'm ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know
These muh'fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But, I'll do years, if I bust these niggas
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin forth to carry you home

Yo, well you damn right
Dig it they call me Sugar Delight uh ohh ho
Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
Blowin like a boss
That champion chief in cost
And oh my dual exhaust
Will make your shit get lost
There's somethin bout these guns that
Give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts
I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this
I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two Glocks, we
Gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated
But we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But don't you dare ride
Through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots
Cause, I'm tellin ya
These Southern boys gon' get all they got

Pop it in, get to work, brains blown
Edelbrock
Off the block before your carcass drop
Can't share nothin with the niggeroles
Stealin socks out your cornbread dream too
If you got those, leavin deaf hoes
Brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw
Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick?
Takin no prisoners cuffed
They die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son
Rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did
My buddy Spanky I bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live
If it was less queers
I still see, punk ass bitches bitches

Get up off and give me room, activate
Motivate y'all from the section where
The straight shit, straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the?
Wait for days gone up off the Purple Haze
When you see me call me Mr gipp
Shoot em from the hip
Everytime I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville
Block me off and watch me peel
Big Boi grill ridin through the park
On the weekend ain't no stoppin keep
It dippin that's how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo' ass
Keep yo' elbows out the windows
And my hands upon the wood wheel
Money in my socks lookin out, for the cops
And for the haters got a fifty shot
Whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? What?

Now watch em slide like
Some finger lickin chicken
Bout to start clickin
Ho better know who the true
G's are, I'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type
Mic soldier
Blowin composer, chief of that doja
Told ya when I was older
I wanted to live the good
Life, money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggas wish
At a young age
Goodie MoB, doin they thang, I, pray, for
Change
And my players in this game it's insane
How this 'caine is bringin em pain
Young'un doin time dyin by this grind
A T-L, fine this just how it's goin down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this
Motherfuckin Dirty South
Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS