lil rob talking:
Times are going crazy holmes.it's alot different to what it use to be to me.thest fewls need to back the fuck up ai.orale check this dog,ai check this out ai.
V1:
Sittin at the bar just tippin the glass,tryna slow down my life because it's gettin to fast.but i don't mind,see it's like quick in a flash.See that chick? she's imagining my dick in her ass.whoa.did i say that? Thats crazy aint it.just crazy livin,i don't know how to explain it.dont get me wrong home boy,i'm not complainin.don't get all mad i'm not braggin i'm just sayin.they're playin.(?) me by my music.i'm just a vato that'll do it just to do it.i want nothing to do with.foney peple don't care what you like and don't care who your cool with.your stupid.acting like your with the new kid,but i no you back in school you wanted to be the cool kid.well i sat back and didn't give a fuck.now rap is all i got so homeboy thats whats up.back the fuck up.
Chourus:
Homie please back up,(back up)
10 paces from the truck(back the fuck up dogg)
don't wanna press your luck(you don't want none of this right here holmes)
My bomb will self distruct(back the fuck up)
homie please back up
10 paces from the truck(i'll self distruct)
don't wanna press your luck(back your fuckin asses up)
my bomb will self distruct(back up!)
V2:
I don't forget about the past,and now i'm kickin your ass.i'll do it again and laugh because your kissen my ass.i got a brand new 45 and i'm abel to shoot.Itchy finger hair trigger and it's pointed at you.i'm not here to claim that i'm all insane in the brain.i'm just here to let you know i'm not the same as you (?) You'll get whats comeing to you.yell for help.no ones running to you.you burnt the bridges remember.so no ones fuckin with you aint got no friends aint got no ends.cuz you keep on hurting people.tell me when does it end.when will you relize that shit aint cool.I feel sorry for them kids that wanna be like you.but there just kids they don't really know what to do.dont worry mijo it will come to you then you'll say fuck this fewl.what was i thinking about this vato's being about a bunch of dumb shit can't believe i use to bump this fuck this.
chorus:
v3:
jumpin the carrucha put my foot on the gas.hit the second switch from the left to lift up the ass.them chicken shits will come to brake up the glass.then will catch you putos slippin and i'll put a cap in your ass.bulet holes in my own car if thats where you are.handle my shit then probably go back to the bar.have me a drink.sit back and think about all the fuckin bull shit that happend to me within this week.but i'm 3 feet from gold and i was told that i got a flow thats cold.i guess that explains so many units sold.I'll make jams for hopefully when you get old.I'm a good guy but sumtimes i just explode.sometimes i wish that i would rather be home.put down the michrophone and leave it alone.turn off my phone.becuase it's bull shit the way it goes down.but my people really need me around chicano sound.
chorus:
HOMIE PLEASE BACK UP(AI BACK THE FUCK UP)
10 PACES FROM THE TRUCK(BACK UP)
DONT WANNA PRESS YOUR LUCK(YOU DON'T WANNA PRESS YOUR LUCK HOLMES)
MY BOMB WILL SELF DISTRUCT.
HOMIE PLEASE BACK UP(BACK UP)
10 PACES FROM THE TRUCK(10 PACES FROM THE TRUCK)
DONT WANNA PRESS YOUR LUCK(DONT WANNA PRESS YOUR LUCK)
MY BOMB WILL SELF DISTRUCT(BLOW YOUR ASSES UP)