Lil Boosie - Lil Boosie Love lyrics

Trill Entertainment n***a mic check, Webbie and Boosie Ya heard me, this how its goin down n***a, check it out Back up b**h, back up b**h, back up C'mon, trill entertainment Yo hood can't f** with mine Now I know, that you ain't really bout that sh** that you be talkin' about And you be just runnin' ya mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug out the club house Showin' up with yo thugs, me and my thugs'll make yo thugs bounce I, suggest that you respect it, disrespect Ill have to check it and when I check it gets hectic You don't want no savage doin no damage to yo section, While I f** yo baby mama she say f** my babydaddy If a n***a wants some static let'em have that's the G-Code, Since 94' I been throwed up in beast mode Street life is all I know, sellin yo money, Cars and clothes run for real don't f** with hoes, unload and reload We G's y'all hoes, y'all ain't ready to swang with us, Since youngstas growin' up y'all people wouldn't let y'all hang with us Yo people prolly 'don't play with guns boy they dangerous', My peeps don't play with guns they stay with guns and I slang 'em b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up Now when I enter this b**h I was ready to get off in my some sh**, Cause I love my hood and I'm a represent in this b**h Now in the parkin lot, I had that for glock Ready that jig goin' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie In my city A.P. glocks and Smith and Weston, Thugs who be second guessin' them the ones who be restin' God gave me a blessin, told me get the crowd crunk, Say Boo don't change yo style give the crowd what they want (look) Now I'm that rumble in the jungle 2004 Hummer stunna, My momma she still wonder why her sons a young gunner Back back, back back, get out my way let me mob, All that poppin' in a n***a played out in 95' b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up I see y'all actin n***a, oh yeah y'all act a fool, Betta' stop that actin' lil' savage'll beat you black and blue I been abused you gotta excuse my attitude, Plus I been smokin' Hy-dro and drinkin' yak and bruise I been a fool out here packin tools s Ince middle school I been a fool I had the most lud up in the school, A phone book a referrals I ain't follow no rules Be quite in cla**, don't act back and raise ya hands was old rules I skipped the cla** act the a** and sold some crack to white dudes Between cla** smoked Kools and big blunts before school Straight up, many n***as glad I ain't go to your school, Played them hoes I woulda played you like a hoe too That's tat boy I don't, he start fights erywhere he goes to, But proudly I don't give a f**, try me I'll fight you Hold up back up a bit you f**in' up my white shoes, Alright I ask you once, b**h move! b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up b**h back up back up back up b**h back up Back up back up back up b**h back up