Yeah yeah yeah
Verse one:
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
Itand's a whole new game for me like t lee
Itand's nine seven now and iand'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 iand'm in the full zone
Gettin paper every day itand's all iand'm trippin on
Cause ainand't nothin like a ride in californ-ia
With the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
Itand's one-oh, foand'-shoand', and iand'm clownin all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies
And mashin to the backyard boogie
Get yoand' boogie on [repeat 3x]
And then we comin wit that
Chorus:
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (itand's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (itand'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 itand'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
Itand's niggaz in the hood i ainand'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
Iand'm even kickin back, and iand'm usually chicken hawkin
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are c walkin
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowdand's gettin bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And itand's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin
(unh, straight from inglewood, and you know that itand's all good
You can put that on yoand' hood, everyday
And we comin with that)
Chorus
Verse three
Now itand's out of control, and everywhere you look
Ainand'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 ainand'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 itand's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
(get yoand' boogie on, yeah
Get yoand' boogie on, inglewood
Get yoand' boogie on, inglewood, pause
Get yoand' backyard boogie on)
Chorus
Straight from inglewood, and you know that itand's all good
You can put that on yoand' hood, everyday
Mackness, mackness, unh!
Get yoand' boogie on, get yoand' boogie on
Get yoand' boogie on, nigga get yoand' boogie on
Get yoand' boogie on, get yoand' boogie on baby, pause
Get yoand' backyard boogie on
Gangstas donand't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yoand' cookies
Gangstas donand't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ainand't no motherfucker rookie
Backyard boogie oogie oofie [repeat 8x]
