Testi:
Belly Back Against The Wall

[feat. Kobe] [Chorus:] Got my back against the wall, My face against the wind, They love to see me fall, But hate to see me win, I will not be stopped

there 'Cause these folks don't fuck around You can Rub your belly with Liza Minelli Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your belly Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' Lou Rawis Bounce off the walls

floor against wall We sex dem all till dem call mi and di girls dem sugar dats all Welcome di king of di dancehall Pon bed pon floor against wall We

if you test mine You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom I think they wanna battle You blew up like Roseanne's belly Your style's too old

He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your claims on him? Cuz you won't do to me what you did to the last man Now climb in back try not to kick

blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches No one's against us, roll with the riches and float

I was at the mall, sippin' on a milkshake Playin' the wall, takin' a break Admirin' the girls with the bamboo earings Baby hair and bodies built to swing

Squash that cuz im your pass in true But ain't no way he can stop my style Do all the things that will make you smile Back rubs and hot tubs Give you

Stare at my AK, dreamin of a brighter day I'm in the shade, tryna step over into the light Gettin paid off this rap game, who would've thought? My back's up against the wall