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lil rob - front back side to side lyrics

(feat. u.g.k.)

“back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side” – [repeated throughout]

[mannie fresh]
ladies and gentlemen. fre-fre-fre-fresh!

[t.i. – talking]
t.i.p., aye!
i know a lot of y’all n-gg-z out there, man who ain’t up on this down south sh-t
probably wonderin’ what the f-ck you listenin’ to right now, ahah!
king amongst kings! it’s an absolute honor and a pleasure y’know i’m sayin’
to bring you. some gangsta sh-t of catastrophic proportions
all the ugk alumni like myself know what this is man
hey bun! pimp c n-gg-!

[t.i.]
i gotta ’66 impala so fresh
white top, burnt drop wit’ the choppers on deck
it was off, panda motor on a ’94 ‘vette
fish bowl, televisions pimpin’ i ain’t done yet
i got the checker red leather and i’m sittin’ on chrome
on 26 inches just to get my roll on
on a jesus songs on, make them b-tches get low
i get that -ss raised up, like dr. dre six four
hey, come up in my hood, bet them b-tches know tip
if you tell ’em you wit’ him, all them b-tches gon’ strip
if i show up in yo’ hood, i bet you n-gg-z won’t trip
once i empty out this clip, i bet you n-gg-z gon’ dip
or get hit up in yo’…

“back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side” – [repeat 2x]
never let hoe -ss n-gg-z ride!
“back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side” – [repeat 2x]
and we never let hoe -ss n-gg-z ride!

[bun b]
it’s the gulf way boulevard gangsta
sw-ngin’ on t.i., essence of fo’s (essence of fo’s)
pirellis and blazin’ ’em crews of hoe
i’m a playa, you can tell by how i choose my hoes
when it gets to sw-ngin’ on the curb, you might lose ya toes
dedicated to the slab (slab), the dunks (dunks), the drops (drops)
the candy painted cars wit’ the chopped off tops (off tops)
now put ya diamonds up against the wood wheel
lean back or throw ya leather, chunk a deuce, and show your grill
keep it trill, this the south baby, texas and ga
t.i. reppin’ for bankhead, i’m reppin’ for p.a. (for p.a.)
now pop ya trunk, get it crunk, it’s time to ride
show them boys you got that front back and side to side baby

[pimp c]
i’m switchin’ lane to lane (uh), leanin’ on the switch (on the switch)
sippin’ on the barre, smokin’ green and hittin’ licks
b-mpin’ too $hort baby, in the candy red whips (whips)
drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks (do tricks)
pimp c, i keep my money on my mind (mind)
keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine (pine)
if y’know like i know, you wouldn’t try it (try it)
wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die (wanna die)
but i don’t really wanna hit ya wit’ this hot thang
i just wanna get some brain in the turnin’ lane
comin’ down creepin’ slow, sippin’ on a poor fo’
bangin’ on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do’ [echoes]

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