paroles de chanson 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!
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