Front Back - T.I.

Ladies and gentlemen!

T.I.P., aye!

Fre-fre-fre-fresh!

I know a lot of y’all niggas out there, man, who ain’t up on this down south

shit

Probably wondering what the fuck 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 shit of catastrophic proportions

Yeah!

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

Hey, Bun!

Pimp C, nigga!

I gotta '66 Impala so fresh, white top

Vert 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 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 niggas won’t trip

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

Or get hit up in yo'…

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Never let ho-ass niggas ride

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

And we never let ho-ass niggas ride

It’s the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta

Swangin 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 swangin 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

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Never let ho-ass niggas ride

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

And we never let ho-ass niggas ride

I’m switchin lane to lane (uh), leanin on the switch (on the switch)

Sippin on the barre, smokin green and hittin licks (licks)

Bumpin 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 potent fo'

Bangin on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do'

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Never let ho-ass niggas ride

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side

And we never let ho-ass niggas ride