Back Door

Back Door Chronicles: Unveiling the Underground Realities
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Lyrics

The bricks in the plastic

The drugs are concealed in plastic.

The pounds in the trash bag

Illegal substances (possibly money) stored in a trash bag.

The weed ain’t good

The quality of the marijuana is not satisfactory.

We shipping that pack back

Sending back a shipment of drugs.

I got what you need, come shop at my sto'e

Inviting people to buy drugs from the speaker's store.

30 clips at the front door

There are 30-round magazines at the front door, possibly for protection.

So come to the back door

Repeated invitations to enter through the back door.

So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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The bricks in the plastic

Reiteration of the illegal activities involving drugs.

The pounds in the trash bag

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The weed ain’t good

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We shipping that pack back

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Burglar bars on my trap nigga

Security measures in place, including burglar bars.

Can’t forget put the cameras

Installation of cameras for surveillance.

What’s the use to have a show nigga

Questioning the purpose of having a show if weapons are not used.

If they don’t use their hammers

Highlighting the importance of having and using weapons.

Mister used to talking shit cause

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You don’t use your hammer

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The arm and hammer

Wordplay involving "arm and hammer" to signify the use of a gun.

Working my arm with the hammer

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Trap straight out the front porch

References to drug dealing and the impact on the speaker's lifestyle.

Bitch you know that I’m with it

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Cook game got real strong when I

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Straight drop, straight drop

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Have em dancing like they P Diddy

People dancing in response to the speaker's drug products.

Drought time come around

Mentions the need for caution due to potential informants.

Got to take a to fifty

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I stack up the zones, my team playing zone

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Boy get off the phone

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You been talking too long

Warning against lengthy phone conversations and offering drugs.

I know that they snitching

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My trap house is closed

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If I cut on this phone

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I’m offering this blow

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The bricks in the plastic

Repetition of drug-related activities.

The pounds in the trash bag

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The weed ain’t good

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We shipping that pack back

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I got what you need, come shop at my sto'e

Repeated invitations to enter through the back door.

30 clips at the front door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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The bricks in the plastic

Reiteration of the illegal activities involving drugs.

The pounds in the trash bag

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The weed ain’t good

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We shipping that pack back

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Pit bulls running round the yard

Describing the surroundings, including security measures and expensive cars.

Every window got burglar bars

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Just a bunch of neighborhood stars pulling

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Up in these expensive foreign cars

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When you come to my spot

Instructions to reduce music volume and enter through the back door.

Bro cut the music down and

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Come to the back door

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Yeah I got what you ask for

Assurances of having requested drugs, but requiring payment upfront.

But first where your cash bro?

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Just got a new batch of

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Strong, and bands of reg

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I got a lot of that

Having a variety of drugs available for selection.

Look over there in them garbage bags

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Pick out what you want and then holler back

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Ain’t no bricks in my trap house

Denial of having traditional drug paraphernalia, expressing love for money.

No pots and no forks

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And I ain’t got no love for a bitch

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Cause I came up bumping Too Short

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Your old lady across the street on her porch

Reference to the speaker's lifestyle and the need for discretion.

She love me but she know I’m a dope boy

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Me and my niggas keep down the noise so we

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Can keep down and out of the way

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My phone booming, my trap

Mentions of a busy drug trade, loaded firearms, and readiness for police.

Rolling, it’s always open

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These choppers loaded

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Just in case an old police ask nigga tried

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To send a fourth up in here

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We already sorted!

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The bricks in the plastic

Repetition of drug-related activities.

The pounds in the trash bag

-

The weed ain’t good

-

We shipping that pack back

-

I got what you need, come shop at my sto'e

Repeated invitations to enter through the back door.

30 clips at the front door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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So come to the back door

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The bricks in the plastic

Reiteration of the illegal activities involving drugs.

The pounds in the trash bag

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The weed ain’t good

-

We shipping that pack back

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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