Lyrics:
featuring RZA
No fronts no tricks no soap box politics
No guns just blunts we kick this just for fun
We come with the fat
think that I don't deserve you
I'm thirty-thousand feet in the air
Legs up, screaming, "Girl beware
The pilot up front", she don't care, no (that's
in front
Out all night until the mornin' sun
Out all night until the mornin' sun
Buyin' all the drinks with the money I had won
Run little
philosophy has long foretold
The fruits of our labour will be ours to hold
On the front of an armoured train
Swinging from the end of an iron crane
It will
dose
Allemande in and allemande out
Hip your partner, make her shout
Make her shout
Back to the front or side to side
Tip your cap and come inside
like show business
If you tell me it's so
Traveling through the country is so thrilling
Standing out in front on opening nights
Smiling as you
Get your vibe right
We don't gotta front, what's the point of it
Quit playing, tomorrow's never guaranteed
Why you causing these delays
Let's get to it
The carnival is closed for the winter
The gates are full of nails
All my belongings in a camper truck
In front of some hellhole motel
The rides
"what the fuck you got a deal for"
When I was ass out with my funds low
It's nice to know I had the whole world at my front door
Hey, I'ma put us all
I can right through your window
I can see straight through your eyes
You cant hold no front with me tho
Cause I been inside your life
Say whatcha
arrive at your place)
Nilindileeko (Wait for me)
Osanisiiya (Don't leave me)
I am right on your front door step
Please open the door
Right on your front
front and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs.
I
made for you.
Or
Out on the front porch,
Watching the cars as they go by
(Eighteen blue, twenty one gray)
Looking ahead for the first time
I got God on my front
I got God on my back
I got God on the left side and God on my right
I got Jesus everywhere
I got Jesus everywhere
I got Jesus
a block away you can see them kid
Don't front motherfucer you know my style
I don't go nowhere without my 40 cal
On the low shorty gotta thing for
need one in the back and one in the front
Shooters, check
Snipers, check
Vamos!
See all of my dawgs we hustlers
If you make the wrong moves, we're coming
Angel in the courtroom
Eagle on the ceiling
My baby's sitting front row witnessing my hearing
I tried to burn the record book collection
I
it's called the Left Pimp Dance
Now what you're gonna do is you're gonna put
your left foot in front
Leeeeeean to the left
And dip
Just like sweet
all a front
Gotta know before I go too far
I can tell it, I can tell it
Would you raise your hand?
Would you raise your voice?
Do you act brand
Bad John
Big John
Now, they never re-opened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that
the front is the one on the run
Well it's blood red
Fair game for the eats 'cause this my home this is my street
Well is a swim with the sharks like
Pussy Talkin' like pussy Talkin' like
Ay Babe, why you puttin us on display?
Bringing up old shit in front
Of all her friends
And trying to start
niggas in the front and the rear (pump, pump)
I handle the sides, did a drive-by in the hoop-ride
I'm satisfied, now everything is really alright (pump,
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Oh oh)
Reclinin' forty-five degrees (Oh oh, yeah)
Beach front, with your
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