Backyard Boogie - Mack 10

Yeah  yeah  yeah 
Verse One: 
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise 
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes 
It's a whole new game for me like T Lee 
It's nine seven now and I'ma stay sucka free 
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars 
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars 
And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone 
Gettin paper every day  it's all I'm trippin on 
Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia 
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day 
It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies 
With a pocket full of cookies 
and mashin to the backyard boogie 
Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3X] 
And then we comin wit that 
Chorus: 
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah) 
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that) 
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh) 
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat 3X] 
Backyard boogie oogie oogie [repeat 2X] 
Verse Two: 
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky 
Representin where you from cause it's West till I die 
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth 
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf 
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool 
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school 
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues 
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews 
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose 
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce 
I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin 
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin 
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger 
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga 
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin 
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin 
(Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good 
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday 
And we comin with that) 
Chorus 
Verse Three 
Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look 
ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook 
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang 
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang 
You choose or you lose while you conversatin 
enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin 
I go home, roll over there and on bed 
cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said 
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro 
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe 
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key 
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me 
(Get yo' boogie on, yeah 
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood 
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause 
Get yo' backyard boogie on) 
Chorus 
Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good 
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday 
Mackness, mackness, unh! 
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