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Talib Kweli - Текст песни Back It Up
[Talib Kweli Verse 1] 
A n-gga Kweli be snapping like photographers 
black star in the constellations like Andromeda 
you try to start it up 
but you not hard enough 
thats why your career is shorter than retarded 
club owner gave you bottles, you the shit now 
this shit costing twenty dollars who the pimp now 
stop standing on the coach homie, sit down 
I'm at the bar but you're chick is getting this round 
they call your girlfriend a beard, need shaving 
you brag about what you spend so much you need saving 
you need shaking cuase you buckle under pressure 
you can keep fronting but nobody does it better 
yeah, I hop on any track, peep how I switch lanes 
this the highway of life, check the whip game 
check the side of my neck you see the big vein 
just cause you have dragon breath don't mean you spit flames 
[Chorus] 
these n-ggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose 
gimme fifty feet homie or you too close 
personal space n-gga back it up 
beep beep, back it up 
beep beep, back it up 
wait a minute 
these n-ggas soft man, they sweeter than glucose 
gimme fifty feet homie or you too close 
personal space n-gga back it up 
beep beep, back it up Talib Kweli - Back It Up - http://ru.motolyrics.com/talib-kweli/back-it-up-lyrics.html
beep beep, back it up 
wait a minute
[Talib Kweli Verse 2] 
Ayo my penmanship f-cking up your face like a bleamish do 
keep it banging like red and blue 
the instrumental through 
killing shit, you aint got a chance 
you and your man is through 
inspiration, ran into my music like xanadu 
you rolling through, with a rent a crew 
and a rented crew 
ten of you, way too many dudes 
soft as betty boo 
steady you, talking all that sh-t 
in them interviews 
Annie who? shit is pitiful 
I had to get at you 
spit at you, like it's Tupac at the camera 
you aint got no hammers bruh, talking streetsweepers 
you a muthaf-cking janitor 
I'm the realest n-gga that you ran into 
can it bruh, the shit you spit faker than the tits on Pamela Anderson 
catch me in the Manderin, post it up 
ghetto's near you, catch a close up 
I walk through any hood like respect it 
cause the flow tough, grow up 
personal space homie, back up 
[Chorus]










