Lyrics Back Yard (Look Out for the Cook Out) - Emanuel Prophet Soul feat. Sleep

Look out for the Cook Out (Look out) We gon′ pull some tips;
We gon' rock some hips In the back yard (At the cook out)
Say Look Out For the Cook out (Look out Ya′ll) Gonna take a sip;
Gonna laugh and trip in the back yard (Ya'll ain't ready)
In the Back yard (Hey) IN the back yard (Come on)
We Gon pull some tips, we gon rock some hips
In the back yard (In the back yard ya′ll) in the back yard (Hey, Hey)
IN the back yard (Come on)
Gonna take a Sip, Gonna Laugh and trip in the back yard
(Hey, Hey, Hey)

Here we go, just one mo gin
In the back yard hangin′ wi't my family and friends
Everybody having fun and we turnin it up;
You know I go the grill jumpin′ wit a sip n my cup

(Hey) Gotta eat so pass me a plate
We got some hot-dogs and hamburgers
And yes, we got steaks
Ladies looking real pretty- some act sadity,
But that's ok cause we reppin′ our city

Thug cats they thankin' they bad,
But I ′m reppin on the mic and its makin' 'em Glad
Peter Piper picked peppers, but Wal -tee Rock
Sleep Brinkz made the track and we won′t stop

Got a team with some cream and we′re living the dream
If you a faker and hater you don't know what it means
Love the life that Live, throw it up for God
We representin′ everyone we're in the back yard!!!

2nd verse
We in the backyard;yeah, we in the backyard.
Got unk in the corner sipping on that yac hard.
Homeboy he on the side we make his hat nod.
Partner in the middle gettin low wit a fat broad.

Everybody got the cups in the air
Music loud, people yellin′ like they just don't care.
Got a cougar over there- with that long pretty hair
Ahhh shoot she dun got drunk that booty all over here,
So now listen!!
We ain′t tryna have no problem just fun.
Ain't no need to bring no knife,
No need to bringin a no gun

All we tryna do is drink til we tho up.
Everybody every-body cut the floor up.
Show up, wit a 24 case of that Bud.
Bring ya rollin' papers in if you smokin′ on bud.
When the sun goes down everybody cut da candles on.
Tip the grill man, he cuttin′ up with his sandals on.

If you came here from Hater-vill
Thinking you gone kill our vibe
We're here to change the world
For the boys and girls
Ya′ll In for a big surprise

You got Old school; new school doing it big
We can give you what ever you want
We in the back yard hangin the song is bangin
DJ's yall make it jump!