50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Backstage Pass lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Mobb Deep - Backstage Pass lyrics]
Ha ha haha, ahhhhh ay, ay, come here bitch
Woo! Yeah I'm talkin' to you
I'm talkin' to you, shorty
It seems like
Ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
At the show, do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn
The broads said "Thanks"
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes
With diamonds on my fists
Niggas bringing me they girl like
"You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-Unit!"
Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after
Party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel
Unless we grip and you're gonna look fine
Plus suck a mean dick
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Shorty, what's up? You know you
Wanna roll with a nigga i'm tryna fuck
If you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up, in the telly
You'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that
Yeah I'll work that, work that
It's funny how a bitch'll
Make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaign
No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up
'til you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number
She'll be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the
Massacre tour for nothing
We destroy good girls send them home
Pussy soft from fucking
Catch 'em in the morning
In somebody white tee
And that's the kind of bitch
That you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the
Telly to the tour bus
Here's the hotline bitch, call us
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Woo! Yeah I'm talkin' to you
I'm talkin' to you, shorty
It seems like
Ever since a nigga became multi
Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
On the kid they all wanna touch
On a nigga skin, they love me so much
They all got P on they brain
At the show, do anything to get backstage
Just so they can hug 50 and kiss on Banks
After we all get a turn
The broads said "Thanks"
Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
Now I finger pop dimes
With diamonds on my fists
Niggas bringing me they girl like
"You can have my bitch
Just help me get down with the G-Unit!"
Man, little groupies, they make me sick
You ain't getting in the after
Party unless you're a chick
And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel
Unless we grip and you're gonna look fine
Plus suck a mean dick
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around, yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Shorty, what's up? You know you
Wanna roll with a nigga i'm tryna fuck
If you decide to go with a nigga
I'll tear it up, in the telly
You'll be loving a nigga
I'll work that, work that
Yeah I'll work that, work that
It's funny how a bitch'll
Make her way backstage
Harder than the politician on the campaign
No games, baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
Let me see you back it up
'til you pull a hamstring
Face fuck, girl go for broke
So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
Then Havoc on the floor
I don't need to get her number
She'll be at the next show
Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
Dried up nutt on her neck
They don't call us the
Massacre tour for nothing
We destroy good girls send them home
Pussy soft from fucking
Catch 'em in the morning
In somebody white tee
And that's the kind of bitch
That you call wifey
She'll do it anywhere from the
Telly to the tour bus
Here's the hotline bitch, call us
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
You get around girl
I know I seen your face before
Turn around - yeah I know
I recognize that ass
You was at the last show
With your backstage pass