T.I., UGK - Front Back lyrics

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

Ladies and gentlemen! TIP, 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 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
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' echoes

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