Front Back - T.I./UGK

Ladies and gentlemen

TIP 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 s**t

Probably wondering what the f**k

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 s**t of catastrophic proportions

All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man

Hey bun pimp C n***a

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*s 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'

Front back front-front

Back fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front

Back fron

Never let ho-ass n***as ride

Front back fron-front

Back fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front

Back

And we never let ho-ass n***as ride

It's the Gulf way boulevard gangsta

Swangin on TI 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

TI reppin for Bankhead I'm reppin for

PA for PA

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

Front back fron-front back

Fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front back

Never let ho-ass n***as ride

Front back fron-front back

Fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front back

And we never let ho-ass n***as 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 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' *echoes*

Front back fron-front back

Fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front back

Never let ho-ass n***as ride

Front back fron-front back

Fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front back

And we never let ho-ass n***as ride

Front back fron-front back

Fron-fron-front back side side

Front back fron-front back

Fron-fron-front back side side