Alley Oop - Juicy J
Lyrics by：Jordan Houston/Xavier Beard/Anthony Holmes Jr.
Composed by：Jordan Houston/Xavier Beard/Anthony Holmes Jr.
Produced by：Juicy J/Hitkidd
Get away from people
That's in your life that ain't doin' nothin'
Get away from people in your life that's hatin'
Get away from your family members
Ain't ever follow their dream
Get away from your family members
Ain't never been nowhere
But to the family reunion
Ain't never been to a beach
Get away from 'em
Sometimes God will put an enemy in your life
To keep you stirred up
Behind your back
You'll be surprised what they tryna do
Walk in the church
And hug yo' mama like they never knew
Go against the grain beef with the guys
That's somethin' I'd never do
But we livin' in the era of that alley-oop
Backdoor alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a off the glass
They ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter
All that friend don't matter
Yeah all the love gone in the streets
Ain't got no loyalty
That's why I move alone
Step over bull that's under me
I used to be the underdog
Stomach hurt from hunger dog
Had plenty chances
I never got down on none of y'all
Quick to 'cross your out when you was in the hole
He was the first to help you dig you out
Don't act like you don't know
Yeah be set up
Better stay on point if you got your bread up
They want you to take a nap
They already made they bed up
Kidnappings happen like Uncle Ice when you trappin'
Cut off a finger
To let you know that they not cappin'
Life in the hood
Be good at sports or make it rappin'
'Cause the streets burnt out
They not a hundred make you whack 'em
Behind your back
You'll be surprised what they tryna do
Walk in the church
And hug yo' mama like they never knew
Go against the grain beef with the guys
That's somethin' I'd never do
But we livin' in the era of that alley-oop
Backdoor alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a off the glass they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter
All that friend don't matter
Okay you see me when I'm rollin' through
Might burn a blunt or two
I ain't never been the fool
Watch who you talkin' to
She was tannin' by the pool
Lookin' so booty-ful
Puffin' on this tooty fruit
But it hit like a brute
Ready set aim shoot I shoot it like I hoop
I wish he would like I'm Groot
And that's the truth
You lackin' proper proof you's a goof
I pull up and take a tooth then pour a triple deuce
No this ain't my main we just in kahoots
She said I don't and tell what you tryna do
But I know good and damn well she gon' tell a few
I ain't mean to kill him
But he died in the alley oops
Behind your back
You'll be surprised what they tryna do
Walk in the church
And hug yo' mama like they never knew
Go against the grain beef with the guys
That's somethin' I'd never do
But we livin' in the era of that alley-oop
Backdoor alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a off the glass they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter
All that friend don't matter
All that friend don't matter
All that all all that
All that friend don't matter
All that friend don't matter
All that all all that all that
All that friend don't matter
All that all all that all that
All that friend friend don't matter
