em in stitches, Now I leave they ass in ditches, I don't love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin, It's gon' take my momma comin' back from
felt yesterday My mind is trapped in thoughts, there ain't no back door to escape Everything was good before I started to feel that way Before I slammed the door
'em up! [scratches] Do it! [scratches] [x4] [Verse 1:] Sneakin' in through the back door - freaky MC's get ambushed Rammed and squooshed slammed and
(Robin Williams/Linda Williams/Jerome Clark) Folks in Nashville slammed the door Said we don't want you anymore Find your own way down the road Pack
am free...singing those words of wisdom Let it be...nobody gonna put the blues inside of me And the stress to be the best I've done it all I've slammed the doors
ran real quick, made a move to the back And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack Said sorry, jumped over her and fled to the back door Then I kicked
I ran real quick, made a move to the back Cold knocked this cute bitch into a polo rack 'Sorry', jumped over her and fled to the back door Then I kicked
the morning staggered out of bed Thought about getting back again, but went downstairs instead Read the daily paper have to know the truth Slammed the door
't sweat it It's not R&B back to R&D No time for tinkering no patience for bickering I'm out the door the solid oak metaphor Slammed silent the notion
the back, she must be inside and can't hear Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was
Yeah Motherfuckers better know... huh, huh Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah (*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..") [Notorious
(feat. Former Fat Boys) Rap Lyrics: Back and forth slamming doors tears like rain on my front porch there's always a moment a second you know that its
devils The abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back Rip poetical flows upon the track My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back and