There are at least three artists named Backbone.

1. Backbone is a la… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least three artists named Backbone.

1. Backbone is a late-80s hardcore band from Worcester, MA. Their 1995 reunion show led to frontman Aaron Bedard being asked to join Bane.

2. One of the lesser-known affiliates of the rap outfit known as the Dungeon Family. Backbone is based in Atlanta, GA.

Born and bred in the S.W.A.T.S. section of Atlanta, Backbone connected with the other members of the Dungeon Family around 1990. Led by producers Organized Noize and rap crews Outkast and Goodie Mob, the Georgia-based collective ushered in the modern day version of Southern hip-hop with the 1993 release of Outkast's "Player's Ball" single.

Since then, Backbone has worked with Outkast on their third and fourth albums, as well as with Goodie Mob on their second and third releases. He toured with the Mob in support of their Still Standing album in 1998, which took him overseas.

Like much of Goodie Mob's material, Backbone's music focuses on political commentary informed by the experience of being a young black male raised in the racially charged South.

"We being black men from the ages of 16 to 25, most of us don't understand that the game [of life in America] is set up to destroy us, literally," he said. "If you're going to be out in the streets, like they say when you're little, look both ways before you cross so you don't get hit. You've got to respect this game before you get in it. You've got to be cautious and read the street signs. I want to go into the depths of the community and reach the youngest of the Gs. I want them to realize that the game is a set-up and we're losing."

3. Backbone is a short lived band featuring Bill Kreutzmann of Grateful Dead. They released one album titled "Backbone" in 1998.

4. Backbone nu/groove metal band from Serbia. Active during mid 2000s.

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Backbone Lyrics

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I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

I'm border, grit on that killer
They call it Front Street, nobody know about it
He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight
You see him post up in the cut, how many?
I ain't servin' nothin' but good products
I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang
I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin', nothin' but pain
Keep the Chevrolet funked out
I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out
I come through, tear that thang up
Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up
You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines
Mr. F.F., I'm a stay bright every time

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime
Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line
Over time, like Dental, seein' green with the grill
Super clean see a gleam through the windshield

It's everyday like the clock tick
Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit
It's off limits baby, you see the hand stiched material
Workin' the original inertial
I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk
I step on stage and get the whole place crunch
Always guarantee friend-shh y'all
You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all
Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice
Set these down, then I'm gone
One more shot cause I'm on tonight
I shook another fifty-two
Now tell me what do they wants to do?

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

I could fly these sucka ducks with the right dosage
Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him
Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym
Shorty told you what it is when you come through here
This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me
Tell him, ain't nothin' boy, is you the police
When I put the mic down they say they found residue
And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse
Blow smoke up out the roof, they ain't got no proof
Six-eights, skate Decatur, them boys blue, I'm sayin'
Go getcha ass bread, ya understand
Man these suckers think I'm playin'
(Man they puffin' weed)

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

Five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty

Overall Meaning

The song "5 Deuce" by Backbone is an upbeat rap song that talks about the rapper's lifestyle and his love for fast cars. The chorus repeats the line "I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre," which refers to the rap artist's classic ride, a 1964 Chevy Impala, also known as a "five deuce." The numbers four, tre also refer to the hydraulic systems installed in the car.

The first verse of the song describes the rapper's life in his hometown, where he grew up on Front Street. The lyrics suggest that his hometown is not well-known, but he knows it intimately, and he's seen all the shady characters that inhabit it. He also talks about the quality of his drugs, and his prowess in the streets.

The second verse of the song touches on the rapper's love of cars and his ability to drive them. He boasts about his abilities behind the wheel and describes his car as "funked out." He also refers to his lucky dice and his ability to shake them just right. The final line of the song "Five, deuce, four, tre, shawt, shawty" repeats the chorus, cementing the theme of the song and tying it all together.

Overall, "5 Deuce" is a catchy song that celebrates the rapper's life, his connection to his hometown, and his love of cars.

Line by Line Meaning

I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
I'm still living life on the edge, taking risks and pushing boundaries

Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm a force to be reckoned with and people better recognize that

I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm unpredictable and will surprise people with my actions

I'm border, grit on that killer
I have a tough exterior and am capable of handling myself in any situation

They call it Front Street, nobody know about it
I know about all the secret and hidden things in my city

He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight
I work hard and don't stop until the job is done

You see him post up in the cut, how many?
I stay in the shadows and keep my true intentions hidden

I ain't servin' nothin' but good products
I only offer the best of what I have to offer

I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang
I've broken through barriers, mastered the language and am able to control any situation

I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin', nothin' but pain
I don't put on any false fronts, I am who I am and don't hide behind anything

Keep the Chevrolet funked out
I keep my car looking and sounding impressive

I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out
I only associate with people who are on my level or higher

I come through, tear that thang up
I make a grand entrance and leave a lasting impression

Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up
I'm driving an expensive, luxurious car that turns heads

You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines
We're flaunting our wealth and living it up

Mr. F.F., I'm a stay bright every time
I take pride in my appearance and always look my best

Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime
I'm smooth-talking and know how to get what I want, while enjoying the finer things in life

Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line
I leave my competition in the dust

Over time, like Dental, seein' green with the grill
I'm always improving and achieving greater success, like a dentist's earnings

Super clean see a gleam through the windshield
My car is so clean and shiny it reflects off the windshield

It's everyday like the clock tick
Every day is the same routine, like clockwork

Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit
Give me the best and most intense experiences

It's off limits baby, you see the hand stiched material
I have exclusive and luxurious possessions, like a hand-stitched interior

Workin' the original inertial
I'm the original and no one can replicate me

I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk
I'm in a trance-like state and need to snap out of it

I step on stage and get the whole place crunch
I have the power to instantly captivate and excite a crowd

Always guarantee friend-shh y'all
I'm a loyal and trustworthy friend to those who earn it

You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all
You would have been great if you were on this level

Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice
Wait a minute, let me gather my thoughts and make a decision

Set these down, then I'm gone
I'll finish this and then move on

One more shot cause I'm on tonight
One more chance to shine because I'm on fire tonight

I shook another fifty-two
I've accomplished something important and am proud of it

Now tell me what do they wants to do?
Now what are they going to do about it?

I could fly these sucka ducks with the right dosage
I have the power to manipulate people with the right words or actions

Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him
Watch me work my magic and impress everyone

Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym
I'm able to take something ordinary and make it extraordinary

Shorty told you what it is when you come through here
I have a reputation and people know what to expect from me

This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me
Someone is looking for me, but they're no match for me

Tell him, ain't nothin' boy, is you the police
I'm not afraid of anyone, even if they're the law

When I put the mic down they say they found residue
When I'm done performing, the audience is still affected by my words

And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse
My words have power and some people see it as a threat

Blow smoke up out the roof, they ain't got no proof
I can say or do what I want and no one can prove anything

Six-eights, skate Decatur, them boys blue, I'm sayin'
I know all the ins and outs of Decatur and I'm not afraid of the cops

Go getcha ass bread, ya understand
Go make something of yourself and understand the importance of success

Man these suckers think I'm playin'
People underestimate me and don't take me seriously

(Man they puffin' weed)
They're just wasting time and not doing anything productive

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jim Duguid, Mathew William Benbrook, Matt Benbrook, Paolo Giovanni Nutini

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