Talk Ya Ass Off

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up? Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up? Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Talkin' your ass off? nigga, let's see what you can do When I got my glizzock pressed up at your nappy ass head Don't say it wasn't you, fool Shootin' on your sissy bitch ass, it's easy, no need to get emotional 'Cause first of all everything is business, ain't shit personal A hundred times I caught your ass slippin' All high off the drugs I could've start trippin' and rippin' your head off With the TEC-9, but you don't hear it Tryin' to test my pimpin' I'll run up on you Cockin' it, you will feel it poking up your nose, boogers on my barrel Pull the trigger back and watch your head just scatter Go to the funeral, 'cause some shit like that it's straight to me Ridin' in the land with your folks 'til you tried to play me Bitch, I don't fuck around, I'll put your ass underground You know you good as gone when you hear the (*gunshots*) sound You run your mouth, but eventually you'll have to pay the cost For talkin' your funky ass off, buster [Chorus: DJ Paul & Ice Cube] Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Now niggas always talking that fuckin' shit Sayin' what they do but never doin' it Talkin' your ass off? I'm blowin' your ass off, there's nothin' to it I got a tech that'll take your ass out And if you don't believe me just try me I bet your sissy ass get ran up by the Triple 6 Mafia Got you fools, petty fools complain, oh, come the Scarecrow With the shit, all of us packin' the thangs And my niggas down, my niggas down to clown Oh you? Oh you too? You don't have a fuckin' clue, fool You just talk a lot of shit, but shit don't impress me You better bring it on, if you willin' to try and even test me A vest, see, can never even save you when I start to bust Automatic rounds comin' at you from every end, watch your head bust Da Killaman DJ Paul, is rollin' with The Serial Killaz Lord Infamous and Napoleon got fingers on the triggers And all real niggas take care they business, that's boss And bullshit busters talk they ass off [Chorus: DJ Paul & Ice Cube] Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off Can you back it, can you back it up? Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off Can you back it, can you back it up? Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?) Don't, don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't