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me from the whole front
Now front me never too cool how-ever
I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter

blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don't do it
please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old

who lives and who dies
Right in front of your eyes, it's time to get up
Our turn to decide, who lives and who dies
Now answer the lies it's time to get

can't play wit nothin less
In the past pump niggas got it pressed
Gotta keep em guessin by the left
From the front or from the back
Gotta keep my one

shit nigga
Unless it's for me

[Baby]
All I know is crack slanging and block hanging
On the corner [in] front the store
Doing my thang
These niggas know

Why can't I see what's in front of me (x2)

I see the doors that I can't open
Adding locks from time to time
When it opens something blocks me,

bounce

[Chorus: Daz]
All my Dogg Pound niggas better...
Make some noise!
All my niggas in the back better...
Make some noise!
All the bitches in the front

I see you smiling on the ledge all aglow
My heart beats fast but the world moves slow

Baked and buzzed, full of lust on your front porch
I want

and guns, I keep a gun in my whip

Nigga, me without my gat is like bein' in a blue Benz
In front of a thousand bloods with Mac tens
Or a red rose in front

Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does this better?
Walk around with metal all on me like the front of Shredder

I lust for cheddar, you owe me
Leave

Push, (Push, Push)

Push it baby, drive it on home.
Lick it like you lick an ice cream cone.
From the front to the back to the left to the right. 
Please

times must it be said
There's no plan
It had to happen

Got to move on sometime
And it's about time
By putting one foot in front of another
And repeating

I like your hair much better that way
when it hangs out front when it hangs out front
with tilted head like a listener
but I'm just thinking about

Daddy's on the back porch
playing with a blow torch
standing by the front door
Avon Ladies For the Poor
Meanwhile Mama smiles,
"Get your lover down

the bar when I walked in this bitch
I should've put my car in front of this bitch
I still got that four-four in this bitch
Hennessy, X, Mo', Dos',

Wayne on the sticks
Wayne on the sticks
Wayne on the sticks

I can't keep on talking bout this shit
It ain't no front no more, shit a nigga been lit

fallow land" 

(And then the storm front hit) 

A crimson explosion as his face hits the floor of the galley
He drags himself o'er to a porthole

the eye when you're singing at me
Stop gurning into space when you're drumming at me

You there standing at the front
It's your job to make this fun
Don't

on the back and front
Probably why they always hate on me
White diamonds on my wrist, on the back and front
Probably why they always hate on me

'Cause I'm

of your eye
I can feel you reaching, tryna slip your hand up my thigh

If you can wait for it
I'm sure you'll enjoy it
I won't front my move
Believe me baby

Leave your business in the front 
We got your party in the backyard
If you're lookin for a good time 
You ain't gotta look hard 
Go tell everybody

O 2 in the cut
99 Honda 
Puttin loot in the trunk 
A F ones 
Shawty coo in the front
If I move 
Shawty move for the blunt like ah

Roll up
Smoking

a crew 
Get a team then you strip it
Turn a dollar 
To a thousand 
To a million 
Watch em flip it 
Out the WU in front of TANG
And put the MAC in front

I stand in front of you Crucified
I was never dead and I was never alive
You pray for me and toward the fuckin sky
But gods fake let me tell you why