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Grand Puba - Back It Up
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Easy back it up Yeah yeah yeah the reel to reel Easy back it up Grand puba, stud doogie, alamo Easy back it up Kid capri flippin shit the way its sposed to be Easy back it up Back it up! And this how we gon bump this off yo Back it up, huh, easy back it up [gpm] hey! kid capri, heres the resume for the day [kid] check the prognosis [gpm] heres your daily dosage [kid] check the 411 on how we flip it [gpm] grab a bag of boom, and a 40, and just sip it [kid] grand puba, kid capri is on that new shit [gpm] in ninety-two aiyyo this is how we flip shit [kid] dont be alarmed if we start to drop a bomb [gpm] drop a bomb [kid] drop a bomb like some shit in vietnam [gpm] prepare yourself, cause here we come, if you ready or not [kid] cold bouncin in the joint, makin hotties hot [gpm] grand puba comes to hit it on the right spot [kid] kid capri, cashin in on the jackpot [gpm] so [kid] here we go [gpm] flip the show [kid] get the dough [gpm] get the dough? [kid] get the dough!!! [gpm] yo you know how that shit go Back it up, huh, easy back it up Back it up, huh, easy back it up Back it up! Back it up, huh, easy back it up [gpm] wow, yeah check test check Back it up, huh, easy back it up [gpm] dig it yall Back it up! [grand puba] First things first, here goes the opposite of worst Slid out my mothers ass, looked at the nurse, and kicked a verse This aint my man heavs joint, so shit, heres a curse For those who got stuck, well kcuf means fuck! Thats what I like to do after the puba makes a buck For those who say I suck well then step up and push your luck Youre aced out, now your assed-out, I still hit joints Til they pass out, at three oclock I let my mc class out (uh!) So keep a clear focus, cause I say hocus pocus Thats all I have to say to make the mob swarm like locusts (yeah!) Then I climb the bridge, push uptown to the ? To the harlem river drive to pick up ali at the rutgers Then we chatta-nagga-noogi, to go pick up stud doogie.. easy back it up Ha hah, so all you grand puba wannabees You better pack it up easy back it up Back it up, huh, easy back it up Huh, easy back it up Back it up! Back it up, huh, easy back it up Huh, easy back it up [kid capri] Now dig it Heres the kid, never did a bid Never hit skid, check out the shit I did Live in the bronx, born in brooklyn Chilled in manhattan never got my shit tooken Im easy on the flex, you know my shit is right Were goin on a flight, so hold on tight Kid capri is on point with my man grand puba If suckers try to flex theyll get twisted like a tuba Never cause trouble, thats not my style Always on the move, stack papes by the pile Im crazy on the low, but I go places though I always do a show so you know I got dough Girls try to sweet talk, but bullshit walk For those who try to hawk I stab clit like a fork Im very intelligent, so dont try to play me Try to press the issue and Ill bust that ass baby Im thick like a shake, very high yella Describe kid capri, uptowns big fella So now you know the flavor, and please do me a favor Stay your ass out my path, cause I snap you like a gator, later Back it up, huh, easy back it up Huh, easy back it up Back it up! Back it up, huh, easy back it up Huh, easy back it up Back it up! Back it up, huh, easy back it up Huh, easy back it up Back it up! Back it up, huh, easy back it up Huh, easy back it up Back it up! Back it up! Back it up! Back it up! Easy back it up Back it up! Back it up! Back it up! Back it up! *fades*
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