Twista, The Speedknot Mobstaz, Danny Boy - Front Porch lyrics

[Twista, The Speedknot Mobstaz, Danny Boy - Front Porch lyrics]

On the porch, on the porch smokin reefa
Hmmm yeah i woke up early Saturday morning
Sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this killer weed that's so fired
It made your nose bleed i had me so high
My brain was fried movin at slow speed
This thick bitch chose me and
Was stickin like liquor
She look to tight that bodies right my
Heart and mind was like "Dick her"
But wit my body aching from hurl
Sensation that's got me shaken
I swiftly took the number and passed on
Ass that was for the taken
I remember wakin up at the flat
Fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I
Damn near fell out the lat
I hit the sack to sleep it off
Woke up woozy and still smoking
Twista's wishes thinking about last night and
The bitch that was scopin
Fuck it lets get 'em on I grabbed
The phone "Girl call your friends"
Then I hit Twista and Maze and them
Bout the bitch in the Benz
Nigga push only cause I see them
Already been in the block
You know the lit niggas you'll find
Us in my favorite spot and that's on
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feelin, umm hmm yeah
Yeah the front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feelin, umm hmm yeah
Yeah in the summer I hit the front
Porch wit a morning B
Sippin on the duce duce OZ
And I be killin me how many thick fees I see
Getting bubbly waitin for Stokes and T
I spit a little game at three
Tryin to talk up on the shoppin spree
Or a B of that stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
And drive up my gas hittin all the hot blocks
Bumpin "Legit Ballers" to "Rock Y'all Spot"
Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it
Go tryin to get they props
Pollutin the air wit squares, blunts
And tops
Settin up shops for lots comin back nots
Each and everyday of the week
The Mobsta Elites be on
Somebody porch dumpin heat
Bustin flows in the cipher getting deep
While we cheat something sweet
To Legendary beats 'Till we reached our peak
Scummy aloud attractin crowds to the street
Then it's time to retreat
Grab something to eat
And head to the late front to
Get up wit some freaks
Wit a treat under the seat
For the cats who get the sudden
Urge and wanna try to jack
Cause when your pockets is fat
It seems like all the haters and
Hood rats want to attack
And when the park close we
Hit the liquor store
For a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak
South on the corner and get a few sacks
Or betta yet the whole pack
So we can get back on the
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feelin, umm hmm yeah
Yeah one morning I
Woke up next to a choclate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard I
Started stroking and poking
After toppin I tell them to role the blunt
Cause on the front I hear them
Niggas steady smoking and jokin
I heard it's gonna be hot outside gotta
Get up and lay my clothes out
It's gonna be too many hoes out
Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em
To clean up the whole house
Then I threw my fit on look
In the mirror get on gone
"Nigga you looking dope because
You got a knot"
Ain't no cruising up out the hop
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to
Put the Lexus off up in the shop
But, it's all to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the love on
The block that nigga coolin
Aiming the radio out the
Window steady grooving
Tip by the corner store wit
The indo steady movin
Niggas who flippin new 98's
Is steady cruising
Bumpin up the block flossin for
The chicks cause they rich
But, I ain't leavin off the
Front with the blunt
Set a switch just to pull
In all the thickest btiches
At the crib I can't get caught wit heat
If it's some static I shall chalk and sweep
I go and get the B's up off but chief
"Come get me if the phone for me
I'm at the party across the street"
I'm enjoying the breeze high
Degreez and no ease
Pockets be full of G's smoking
B's hiding the fees making no enemies the po
P's yellin out "Freeze"
Serving niggas wit ease staking
Cheese so nigga please
Tell me 'bout some ghetto love
Homies around smoking Newports 'till
The brew drunk short
You can travel the world can't
Find a place like home
With a crib on the front with a skunk torch
Ain't nothing lie

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