• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Back Atcha - Fabolous
• Bück Dich - Rammstein
• Big Show - Daycare Swindlers

[Talking: Swizz Beatz]
This goes out to my ghettos in America
Real niggas stand up if you fake I ain't hearin' ya
Back again back atcha back again
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Evidently my moms mixed me with some weed in the presidente
Ya'll meant me
To ride gently
In the Bentley
All chrome
Upset Fisentay
Its gettin' hard to function
I'm on that Oooooweee that had Marley munchin'
They won't see a nigga Little Z slippin'
So with one hand the kid'll be whippin'
But with the other hand the kid'll be grippin'
I let three four
Sail through ya V door
And you'll see more
Shells than a sea shore
I got a sea saw
Scale when I re raw
And this is before
Sells in the three tores
And now the G4 sail when its me for
Nah we ain't Hollywood here
But we'll put you in a box like its Hollywood Squares
[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Aiyo I'm watchin' niggas closely
Mostly
Cause I'm sippin' on the Rosay
Supposely
I'm shookin' like Mosley
No' Say
The Glock blow Doce' (12)
At these cockaroaches
Hos say
I'm nothin' but a head junkie
Red Monkies
Saggin' on the red Dunkies
Wrist watch rocky Jesus head chunky
White Gold grill
Make 'em go "Ill"
The new money Anna Nicole mills
Big faces none of the old bills
I'm back atcha
back atcha
back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Throwin' signs like a back catcher
Ain't nothin' stoppin' a fella
Poppin' the Yella (Yellow)
The GT drop is vanilla
Top of the cellars
Come on papi ya jealous
But what come around go around like chopper propellers
[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Aiyo I'm that negro
Pop up like a Eggo
Coupe headlights shaped like a egg yo
I get it on the blocks like Legos
Jars like Prego
Straight from Deigo
On the reg yo
I'm who the chicks beg fo'
They know the dick long like a leg yo
They say his style reminds me
Of dudes who used to sell Fishscale in the ninetys
But he be on Cristal from nine three
Plus I done heard that his smile could blind me
Check the Rich Yung Coutoure
Some niggas say I had they bitch sprung before
I take alot of girls now which one was yours?
Slips my mind
I sips my wine
Throw the shades on and I grips my nine
The F-A-B-O-
On that Neo
[Chorus: Fabolous]
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
You throw it at me I'm a throw it back atcha
Clap at me I'm a clap back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
Back atcha
(Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo)
Back atcha
Back atcha

Bück dich befehl ich dir
Wende dein Antlitz ab von mir
Dein Gesicht ist mir egal
Bück dich
Ein Zweibeiner auf allen Vieren
Ich führe ihn spazieren
Im Passgang den Flur entalang
Ich bin enttäuscht
Jetzt kommt er rückwärts mir entgegen
Honig blebit am Strumpfband kleben
Ich bin enttäuscht total enttäuscht
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
Das Gesicht interessiert mich nicht
Der Zweibeiner hat sich gebückt
In ein gutes Licht gerückt
Zeig ich ihm was man machen kann
Und fang dabei zu weinen an
Der Zweifuß stammelt ein Gebet
Aus Angst weil es mir schlecther geht
Versucht sich tiefer noch zu bücken
Tränen laufen hoch den Rücken
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich befehl ich dir
Wende dein Antlitz ab von mir
Dein Gesicht ist mir egal
Bück dich nocheinmal
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich

Left the big city think it was yesterday Got in some trouble there but thats the price you pay for living underground just stay put and believe in the good times you can have right down the street You go to the show cause you know that your friends are there watching your face for any trace or hint of fear parking lot packed to the max the people in the back are smoking phat sacks of big buds and getting whack
Stomp your steel tip boots some more Not enough movement on the dance floor
The crowd leaves they go home for the night no money in their pockets still sore from the bloody fight The guitars and the amplifiers are ringing in their ears the set the sound the fucking knobs the floor soaked with blood and beer, bottles and cans and piles of broken glass stacked to the max near the jukebox in the back skinheads in the alley are all looking for a fight the punks in the front are getting drunk and about to start a riot
Stomp your steel tip boots some more not enough movement on the dance floor I just came here for some fun Now it looks like I'm the only one
Next thing you know you wake up the next day find you lying on your back different home different state removed from the destruction that you once knew as home removed from the destruction rude boy you're not alone