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UGK - Front, Back & Side to Side lyrics
[Intro/Hook - x2] "Got front and back, and side to side" ---> MC Ren "Got front and back, and side to side" "Got front and back, and side to side" [Pimp C] Never let broke gold diggers ride I got a '64 Chevy in my yard A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard White plush inside ??? ??? is fresh Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh I got them sixteen switches like Dre Cos where I'm from fool that's what everybody play UGK-1 written smooth on my plates Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake I'm bout to hit Dove Way, get past Troy's I'm dippin by myself, I'm bout to call up my boys I pass by the Colt I see some women lookin fine I hit the corner one more time to see the booty from behind Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump I got the JVC's and the trigger so it bump, ugh I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man I got the, front back, and side to side daddy [Hook - x2] [Pimp C] It's pimpin pimpin, I'm hittin switches, checkin out my strap Makin sure these snitches, ain't stoppin riches, 5-Oh on my back but I keep on dippin, steady pimpin, kickin, how's about the winter man? I'm chillin, hidin and winnin, pockets feelin fat [Bun B] And I come round your corner shinin, leanin, ever so sunnin Gangstas put down their gun and women and children come outside and start runnin They catch a glimpse of the P-A pimp whoopin whips Never goin out out like simps, walkin your block with gangsta limp [Pimp C] Some fool roll Lincoln, some fools roll Jag but the crew from Texas roll them Lacs, white gloss and rags With the candy paint and wheel and grill, and wooden dash '94 I gotta keep it trill, down for my cash [Bun B] I gots my stash so I switches, keep on burnin and these tyres keep on turnin I be rollin through your scene, flashin green, freaks be yearnin to be down, the Under Ground Kingz drinkin Crown with the Coke Never broke, we make the concrete bound baby [Hook - x2] [Bun B] It's the tough boy, boulevard niggas, rollin around tan up All four corners on your block fool, nuttin but that bunny hop happenin, high gassin, daily routine, my load is plush Interior crush and fool I'm through clean Don't be like the rest, I must excite the best in your soul so letta player take control And do what the hell ya been waitin to see and that's me rollin on three Dayton's Wit one of them thangs in the air, it's hangin up there Shinin steel fat man, but I don't care if everybody sit back and stare Everywhere we go they linin up as if we're startin up a parade And everybody thinkin they get paid But I don't really give a damn, what a six pack? Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip, don't even trip, I ain't nobody's punk Go swing down sweet rag top and let me ride on a skank, baby don't wait let's glide and slide right [Pimp C] Never let broke gold diggers ride Never let broke gold diggers ride Never let broke gold diggers ride "Got front and back, and side to side" Never let broke gold diggers ride "Got front and back, and side to side" "Got front and back, and side to side" Never let broke gold diggers ride * repeat to fade * |
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