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    Backstage Pass

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    Backstage Pass
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      About "Backstage Pass"

      Lyrics for Mobb Deep - "Backstage Pass"

      It seems like, ever since a nigga became multi
      Every women on planet Earth got their eyes
      On the kid; they all wanna touch
      On a nigga skin, they love me so much
      They all got P on they brain
      And at the show they do anything to get backstage
      Just so they can hug 50, and kiss on Banks
      After we all get a turn, the broads said, "Thanks."
      Shit, just last month a nigga wasn't shit
      Now I finger pop dimes, with diamonds on my fists
      Niggaz bringing me they girl like, "You can have my bitch
      Just help me get down with the G-unit!"
      Man, little groupies, they make me sick
      You ain't getting in the after party unless you're a chick
      And bitch, you ain't getting in the hotel - unless we grip
      And you're gonna look fine, plus suck a mean dick (woah)

      Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
      You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
      Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
      You was at the last show with your backstage pass
      [repeat]

      Shorty what's up? You know you wanna roll with a nigga
      I'm trying to fuck, if you decide to go with a nigga
      I'll tear it up, in the tele you'll be loving a nigga
      I'll work that, work that. yeah, I'll work that, work that

      It's funny how a bitch'll make her way backstage
      Harder than the politician on the campaign
      No games baby girl, gotta do the damn thing
      Let me see you back it up till you pull a hamstring
      Face fuck, girl go for broke
      So hard, leave stretch marks up in her throat
      Then Havoc on the floor
      I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show
      Half-ass dress, smelling like sex
      Dried up nutt on her neck
      They don't call us the master of the tour (?) for nothing
      We destroy good girls; send them home with pussy soft from fucking
      Catch 'em in the morning and somebody White-T'd
      And that's the kind of bitch that you call wifey
      She'll do it anywhere from the tele to the tour bus
      Here's the hot line bitch, call us

      Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
      You get around girl, I know I seen your face before
      Turn around, yeah I know, I recognize that ass
      You was at the last show with your backstage pass
      [repeat]

      SONGWRITERS:
      HARROLD, KEYON KARIM / JOHNSON, ALBERT / MUCHITA, KEJUAN WALIEK
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