The Meters - Front Back lyrics

[Sample: Eazy-E] Back, front back, fron-front back, fron-fron-front back, side, side [Intro: T.I. + Mannie Fresh] Ladies and gentlemen! T.I.P., aye! Fre-fre-fre-fresh! I know a lot of y'all n***as out there, man, who ain't up on this down south sh** Probably wondering what the f** 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** of catastrophic proportions Yeah! All the UGK alumni, like myself, know what this is, man Hey, Bun! Pimp C, n***a! [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**hes get low I get that a** raised up, like Dr. Dre six four Hey, come up in my hood, bet them b**hes know Tip If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them b**hes gon strip If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you n***as won't trip Once I empty out this clip, I bet you n***as gon' dip Or get hit up in yo'... [Hook: Eazy-E + Pimp C] 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-a** n***as 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-a** n***as ride [Verse 2: Bun B] 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 [Hook: Eazy-E + Pimp C] 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-a** n***as 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-a** n***as ride [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) 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 Colt fo' Bangin on the Screw, and keep the pistol right here in the do' {*echoes*} [Hook: Eazy-E + Pimp C] 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-a** n***as 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-a** n***as ride