- Front, Back & Side To Side (Chopped & Screwed Version) 歌詞 UGK
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- UGK Front, Back & Side To Side (Chopped & Screwed Version) 歌詞
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- Got front and back, and side to side
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 nothin rolls as fresh
Triple gold double-
A Daytons is the best, ugh
I got them sixteen switches like
DreCos where
Im from fool thats what everybody play
UGK-1 written smooth on my plates
Cos real pimp players dont never roll fake
Im bout to hit
Gulfway, just passed
TroysIm dippin by myself,
Im bout to call up my boys
I pass up the carwash
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
JVCs and the giggas 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]
Its pimpin pimpin,
Im hittin switches, checkin out my strapbut
I keep on dippin, steady pimpin, kickin, hows about the winter man?
Makin sure these snitches, aint stoppin riches, 5-
Oh on my back
Im chillin, hidin and winnin, pockets feelin fat[Bun B]
And I come round your corner shinin, leanin, ever so stunnin
Gangstas put down their gun andwomen 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 fools roll
Lincoln, some fools roll
Jagbut the crew from
Texas roll them
Lacs, white walls and rags
With the candy paint and wheel and grill, and wooden dash94
I gotta keep it trill, down for my cash[Bun B]
I gots my stash so
I switches, keep on burninand these tires keep on turnin
I be rollin through your scene, flashin green, freaks be yearninto be down, the
Under Ground
Kingz drinkin
Crown with the
CokeNever broke, we make the concrete pound baby[Hook - x2][ Bun B]
Its the Gulfway boulevard ******, tearin up
All four corners on your block fool, nuttin but that bunny hophappenin, high cappin, daily routine, my load is plush
Interior crush and fool
Im too clean
To be like the rest,
I must excite the bestin your soul so letta player take control
And do what the hell ya been waitinseein thats me rollin on three
DaytonsWere rollin them thangs in the air, just hangin up there
Shinin steel fat man, but
I dont care if everybody sit back and stare
Everywhere we go they linin up as if were startin up a parade
And everybody thinkin they get paid
But I dont really give a damn, with a six pack?
Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip, dont even trip,
I aint nobodys punk
So swing down sweet rag top and let me ridewanna skate, baby dont wait lets 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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