Lyrics:
Chillin on the front porch looking at the street
Got my cigar and crown peach mixed with sweet tea
Got a lil buzz and I'm feelin real good tonight
and my hands all clean
Shooting bitches left and right, I'm sniping on the back-end
Fucking on your lil shawty from the front and the back-end
Two-tone
them goin' nowhere blues
Through the back way in the alley
Sellin' all you should refuse
Looks like Jane has finally given in
Hey, what the hell it
Oweeo-Tag Team
oweeo. ooooh. oweeo. oooh. oweeo. oooh. oweeo. oooh.
All the playas in the front.(ooh)
All the playas in the back.(ooh)
All
zombies, pack-a-punch
We smoke a blunt like a show these days
Pack that shit from the back to front
Why these lil' boys acting up?
Does your mum know you're
talking Lil' Rob this, and Lil' Rob that
Well there's a man behind these shades, babydoll you better believe that
A man who can make up his own mind
When I
can show you how to get rid of a pack
Hit you in the front then hit it from the back
Side to side, or in circles, running laps
I'll Break your back
side hoes
Watch yo back!
Is that yo brother foreal
Niggaz really in the field & they ready to kill
I'm caught up chasing a bag I aint chasing a deal
Ion
tradition down in Texas
Roll Cadillac we don't fuck with no Lexus
Bitch by my side in my ride lookin' lovely
Pour up out the paint we ain't sippin' on no
to side
Two flights on a trip and glide
I got racks in the back of the ride
But if a cop pops up bye bye
Eyes on me when I step outside
Got a lil stitch
comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front
cocaine
Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean
Swing or bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane
Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit
That
it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast (West coast)
I keep it on post
want
Sending out packs you would think we raised a skunk
Tryna pass real quick woke so we ran out the front
Back out, big bud ,big guns fuck around
I'm mad now
Lil bitch you ain't get a bag now so back out
Niggas try to front, I pull a Mac out, woah
And it's all your fault
Why I can't even fucking
the night until I have you to my right
I'll come back with you by my side
And all that we've been through
Still connected on the road that leads to you
Now
at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherfuckin' rims on the Cadillac
On the ass attack, can you keep it tight
And if the head
a zero (a zero)
Now I’m my own damn hero (my hero)
Bad bitch like Rob De Niro
Stopped dreaming what could be
Now I’m fine, no one by my side
Ah yeah, no
Came up from the bottom, man, I'm not goin' back (nah)
Now I got a lotta, gotta watch on my back (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' through the tunnels, keep a Glock
one?
(What?) He got his motherfuckin ass done
(Yeah!) So step up, front, I'm not a bitch-ass chump
Chicks by the clicks, cause my pockets got
back just in
Front of the supermarket door-way child
Hey girl, on a cold summer night
As we stood on the corner
As a man passed by and asked us
that
Where my motherfuckin' niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherfuckin' rims on the Cadillac
in her life
Say it one time never twice
Listen up close or be gone by tonight
I don't argue don't fight
Paid the cost to be the boss lil bitch
I'm
eyes
RIvers, they flow, roads they all go, back to our home
right by your side
We don't have to leave this house if we could go around the world tonight
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