backyard boogie

yeah, yeah, yeah, 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, and then we comin wit that, backyard boogie oogie oogie, backyard boogie oogie oogie, backyard boogie oogie oogie, backyard boogie oogie oogie, backyard boogie oogie oogie, 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), 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 want homegirl over there in red, 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), straight from inglewood, and you know that it's all good, you can put that on yo' hood, everyday, mackness, mackness, unh!, get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause, get yo' backyard boogie on, gangstas don't dance we boogie, niggaz run out and get yo' cookies, gangstas don't dance we boogie, mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie, backyard boogie oogie oofie