Verse One:
 Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
 Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
 It's a whole new game for me like T Lee
 It's nine seven now and I'ma stay sucka free
 Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars
 as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
 And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone
 Gettin paper every day  it's all I'm trippin on
 Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia
 with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
 It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies
 With a pocket full of cookies
 and mashin to the backyard boogie
 Get yo' boogie on [repeat 3X]
 And then we comin wit that
 Chorus:
 Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
 Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that)
 Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
 Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat 3X]
 Backyard boogie oogie oogie [repeat 2X]
 Verse Two:
 Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
 Representin where you from cause it's West till I die
 Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
 been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
 So I bails in the party, everythang is cool
 It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
 And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues
 Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews
 Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose
 It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
 I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin
 The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin
 Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger
 Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
 And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
 Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin
 (Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good
 You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
 And we comin with that)
 Chorus
 Verse Three
 Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
 ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
 And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
 and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
 You choose or you lose while you conversatin
 enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin
 I go home, roll over there and on bed
 cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said
 When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
 Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
 But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
 Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
 (Get yo' boogie on, yeah
 Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood
 Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause
 Get yo' backyard boogie on)
 Chorus
 Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good
 You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
 Mackness, mackness, unh!
 Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
 Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
 Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause
 Get yo' backyard boogie on
 Gangstas don't dance we boogie
 Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
 Gangstas don't dance we boogie
 Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie
 Backyard boogie oogie oofie [repeat 8X