"Alley Oop" lyrics
Juicy J & Xavier Wulf Lyrics
[Steve Harvey:]
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
[Joel Osteen:]
Sometimes, God will put an enemy in your life to keep you stirred up
[Juicy J:]
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 nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
Yeah, all the love gone in the streets, ain't got no loyalty
That's why I move alone, step over bullshit 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 nigga 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, bitches 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 nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
[Xavier Wulf:]
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, bitch, and that's the truth
You niggas lackin', proper proof, you's a fuckin' goof
I pull up and take a tooth then pour a triple deuce
No, this ain't my main bitch, we just in kahoots
She said, "I don't suck 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
[Juicy J:]
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
[Juicy J & Xavier Wulf:]
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
[Xavier Wulf:]
Nigga
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all—, all that—
All that friend shit don't matter
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all—, all that—, all that—
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all—, all that—, all that—
All that friend—, friend shit don't matter
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
[Joel Osteen:]
Sometimes, God will put an enemy in your life to keep you stirred up
[Juicy J:]
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 nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
Yeah, all the love gone in the streets, ain't got no loyalty
That's why I move alone, step over bullshit 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 nigga 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, bitches 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 nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
[Xavier Wulf:]
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, bitch, and that's the truth
You niggas lackin', proper proof, you's a fuckin' goof
I pull up and take a tooth then pour a triple deuce
No, this ain't my main bitch, we just in kahoots
She said, "I don't suck 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
[Juicy J:]
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
[Juicy J & Xavier Wulf:]
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Slam dunk a nigga off the glass, they ain't gotta shoot
Backdoor, alley-oop
Set up that alley-oop
Put you on a platter, all that friend shit don't matter
[Xavier Wulf:]
Nigga
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all—, all that—
All that friend shit don't matter
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all—, all that—, all that—
All that friend shit don't matter
All that—, all—, all that—, all that—
All that friend—, friend shit don't matter
