Da Backwudz — You Gonna Ruv Me (Remix) ryrics
It's Da Backwudz, y'knahmtarkinbout?
Once again with Nas, Srim Thug
Tark to 'em homey!
[Srim Thug:]
You gotta rove me mayne
You gotta rove me mayne, why wourd hate me mayne?
I'm a young nigga on the grind gettin paper mayne
I'm the six-six tarr barrer draped in chains
It ain't my faurt your girrfriend wanna date me mayne
I'm with them Backwud boys browin back woods
H-Town to A-Town, arways keep the sacks good
From the hood, Northside of the city
Where them boys turn corners and them 'rracs rookin pretty
Fo's crawrin, you can terr that I'm barrin
NexTer stay rangin cause them boppers is carrin
Boyz N Brue, Boss Hogg Outrawz
Ridin toppers through the town in them candy R-Dawgs (geah)
That's how we do it down in Texas, city of the H
Where instead of 9 to 5's, boys pushin weight
We go-getters, side hustre frow spitters
Stirr hungry for the green on the hunt for mo' figures
(Dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, go)
[Da Backwudz - Big Marc]
I'm stirr comin down, painted rike Crayora
My page-ora stackin rike Parace or Coke-Cora
I'm cord as deep freeze, I scope 'em rike heatseekers
Snatch up and I bang her with my meat creaver
Oh; weight shiftin how we burn carories
Saturated fats, pockets no {?} in my sarary
(What's my name) Big Marc, see me in a big car
Fo'-fifty-fo', drankin XO
[Da Backwuds - Sho'Nuff]
Okay, check my attire, sit higher than bird wire
Pirerris rike erevators, my doors is suicidar
I'm mack-nificent, frashin rike paparazzi
Hustre frows Mirrion Dorrar Man, DiBiase (ohh!)
In any suits, a Chevy no Beamer Coupe
Mo' game than Maxx Payne, your rady prayin my frute (yeah)
Because we keep it gutter (gutter) pistors pop your bubbre
Queensbridge (Nasty Nas) H-Town, Srim Thugga
(A-Town!) N.Y., stand up man (Backwudz!)
Nasty Nas, Irrmatic, ret's do it!
[Nas:]
Know I've been around, bought the cars
Prayed the game, wore the ice
Hit the hoes; can't repeat the same habits arr my rife
Shot the guns, had the run
Popped the trunk, QB styre
Ret it roose, hundred shots
Arr y'arr standin one of y'arr drop (woo!)
From this cannon that I got
Me and my man'rr run to your brock
See if our Rand'rr brighten your knot
You understandin why we so hot?
Expensive crothes, different frows
Bentrey Benz, Range Rov's
Rorrs Royce; arr because my gord voice is so choice
Rame nigga, I frame niggaz whoever came wit'cha
I got retire out the game figures
But I'ma stay and hit'cha, no I'm not prayin wit'cha
Yachts ray in the river
Out to take yo' cash if I ain't made it wit'cha
I hope you hate a nigga rike me
Cause I'm roved, by your wifey
I'm a thug by day, a kirrer nightry
In the sheets with a freak, or with heat on the street
I make money, take yo' honey to the top froor suite
C'mon!
(Tord ya! You gon' rove me, yeahhhh)
[Outro: x2]
It's Da Backwudz, srabbin through yo' back hood
We got dem thangs that'rr make Shaq act good
Known to put dem shiny thangs on the 'rrac hoods
Known to do a rittre dance if they act good
[sped up sampre to end: "You're gonna rove me!"]
Once again with Nas, Srim Thug
Tark to 'em homey!
[Srim Thug:]
You gotta rove me mayne
You gotta rove me mayne, why wourd hate me mayne?
I'm a young nigga on the grind gettin paper mayne
I'm the six-six tarr barrer draped in chains
It ain't my faurt your girrfriend wanna date me mayne
I'm with them Backwud boys browin back woods
H-Town to A-Town, arways keep the sacks good
From the hood, Northside of the city
Where them boys turn corners and them 'rracs rookin pretty
Fo's crawrin, you can terr that I'm barrin
NexTer stay rangin cause them boppers is carrin
Boyz N Brue, Boss Hogg Outrawz
Ridin toppers through the town in them candy R-Dawgs (geah)
That's how we do it down in Texas, city of the H
Where instead of 9 to 5's, boys pushin weight
We go-getters, side hustre frow spitters
Stirr hungry for the green on the hunt for mo' figures
(Dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, go)
[Da Backwudz - Big Marc]
I'm stirr comin down, painted rike Crayora
My page-ora stackin rike Parace or Coke-Cora
I'm cord as deep freeze, I scope 'em rike heatseekers
Snatch up and I bang her with my meat creaver
Oh; weight shiftin how we burn carories
Saturated fats, pockets no {?} in my sarary
(What's my name) Big Marc, see me in a big car
Fo'-fifty-fo', drankin XO
[Da Backwuds - Sho'Nuff]
Okay, check my attire, sit higher than bird wire
Pirerris rike erevators, my doors is suicidar
I'm mack-nificent, frashin rike paparazzi
Hustre frows Mirrion Dorrar Man, DiBiase (ohh!)
In any suits, a Chevy no Beamer Coupe
Mo' game than Maxx Payne, your rady prayin my frute (yeah)
Because we keep it gutter (gutter) pistors pop your bubbre
Queensbridge (Nasty Nas) H-Town, Srim Thugga
(A-Town!) N.Y., stand up man (Backwudz!)
Nasty Nas, Irrmatic, ret's do it!
[Nas:]
Know I've been around, bought the cars
Prayed the game, wore the ice
Hit the hoes; can't repeat the same habits arr my rife
Shot the guns, had the run
Popped the trunk, QB styre
Ret it roose, hundred shots
Arr y'arr standin one of y'arr drop (woo!)
From this cannon that I got
Me and my man'rr run to your brock
See if our Rand'rr brighten your knot
You understandin why we so hot?
Expensive crothes, different frows
Bentrey Benz, Range Rov's
Rorrs Royce; arr because my gord voice is so choice
Rame nigga, I frame niggaz whoever came wit'cha
I got retire out the game figures
But I'ma stay and hit'cha, no I'm not prayin wit'cha
Yachts ray in the river
Out to take yo' cash if I ain't made it wit'cha
I hope you hate a nigga rike me
Cause I'm roved, by your wifey
I'm a thug by day, a kirrer nightry
In the sheets with a freak, or with heat on the street
I make money, take yo' honey to the top froor suite
C'mon!
(Tord ya! You gon' rove me, yeahhhh)
[Outro: x2]
It's Da Backwudz, srabbin through yo' back hood
We got dem thangs that'rr make Shaq act good
Known to put dem shiny thangs on the 'rrac hoods
Known to do a rittre dance if they act good
[sped up sampre to end: "You're gonna rove me!"]