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Singles


Artist: Backbone
Total songs: 6
Year:

Sho Ya Right Lyrics - Singles - Backbone

Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck 

Tell 'em, get that right and straighten that up 

Fat Face, the man of hundred grand 

Work the mic with precise precision, knahmsayin'? 

 

At 36, on the bean, come clean 

I'll bring you the whole thing for 18 

They look to Back for the word on the street 

You see him smilin', count eight gold teeth 

 

You see it, he keep the brim broke slightly 

Killin' 'em with the one that roll tightly 

Floppin' in the M-6 deuce 

The A-T go and then he do too 

 

Baby, I tell it like it T I S 

I'll stand right here and sho' stop ya career 

Call him, H2O, ice-cold water 

Just like that there, in that particular order 

 

Uhh, school these young Gs on the concrete 

Fall off and be back on in one week 

He keep his clothes crease crisp out the cleaners 

Did court subpoenas on some simple misdemeanors 

 

They ain't got nothin' on me 

'Cuz he threw my light right not to be 

Wham, uhh, wham, see 'em hittin' me 

Y'all hold it down, I'll be back through here in a minute 

 

(Sho ya right) 

We serve it raw or ready to chop 

(Sho ya right) 

You get every damn gram straight dropped 

(Sho ya right) 

 

Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop 

(Sho ya right) 

Or better, when you ready to shop 

(Sho ya right) 

 

We serve it raw or ready to chop 

(Sho ya right) 

You get every damn gram straight dropped 

(Sho ya right) 

 

Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop 

(Sho ya right) 

Or better, when you ready to shop 

(Sho ya right) 

 

We old school, walk the dog out the yard 

We play the curse, serve it hard on the 'vard 

You know the number 'fore ya even went seen shorty 

The automatic beast, keep him off me 

 

Shit, holla at me, y'all know ya know me 

Ya drunk with them 1600 DSOPs 

(Be dat) 

We bake bread by the loaf 

Smoke ya dro down to a roach 

 

Let 'em know, this here, fisher from the do' 

Ya already know, exactly how it goes 

SWAT's in trees, DF one G, da pure emcee 

What's happenin'? What's happenin'? What's happenin'? 

 

Organ No-I-Z, keep ya motherf*** trunk valid 

Tell 'em, it's goin' down this evening 

Keep it jumpin' like Sunday, go to meeting 

Uh, uh, it don't stop, it don't quit 

It get down to the nitty-grit 

 

That brand new out the box 

I ain't in them, swear to make 'em call the cops 

I walk a path, play the cut, lil' girl shake her butt 

Ay, ay, ay, now party people, if ya wit me, say 

 

(Sho ya right) 

We serve it raw or ready to chop 

(Sho ya right) 

You get every damn gram straight dropped 

(Sho ya right) 

 

Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop 

(Sho ya right) 

Or better, when you ready to shop 

(Sho ya right) 

 

We serve it raw or ready to chop 

(Sho ya right) 

You get every damn gram straight dropped 

(Sho ya right) 

 

Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop 

(Sho ya right) 

Or better, when you ready to shop 

(Sho ya right) 

 

Sho ya right 

Sho ya right 

Sho ya right 

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