Front Back Lyrics - King - T.i.

Ladies and gentlemen 

T.I.P., aye 

Fre-fre-fresh 

I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there 

Man who ain't up on this down South shit 

Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin to right now, ah ah? 

But it's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'? 

To bring you some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions 

All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man, hey Bun 

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 

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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 bitches get low 

I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four 

Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip 

If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip 

If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggaz won't trip 

Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggaz gon' dip 

Or get hit up in yo' 

Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side 

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It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta 

Swangin' on T.I., 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 swangin' on the curb, you might lose ya toes 

Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the drops 

The candy painted cars wit' the chopped 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. 

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 

Back, front back, fr-front back, fr-front back, side to side 

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I'm switchin' lane to lane, leanin' on the switch 

Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green and hittin' licks 

Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in a candy red Biarritz 

Drop the top and pimp the lot and watch the trunk do tricks 

Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind 

Keep a hooker on the track and keep a swisher full of pine 

If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it 

Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must 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' 

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