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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