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nick nyce - front back (nick nyce remix) lyrics

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

[verse 1: t.i.]
i gotta ’66 impala so fresh
white top, burnt drop wit’ the choppers on deck
fuel exhaust, and a motor out a ninety-four ‘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
one of jeezy’s 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-s won’t trip
once i empty out this clip, i bet you n-gg-s gon’ dip
or get hit up in yo’…

[verse 2: bun b]
it’s the gulf way boulevard gangsta
sw-ngin on t.i., s’s and fo’s (s’s and fo’s)
pirellis and blades and ’em crews of hoes
i’m a playa, you can tell by how i choose my pose
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 up on 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

[verse 3: 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 (licks)
b-mpin too $hort baby, in a candy red biarritz (biarritz)
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 with this hot thang
i just wanna get some brain in the turnin lane
comin down creepin slow, sippin on a colt fo’
bangin on the screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do’ {-echoes-}



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