Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why You Frontin'?, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Sex Style Unreleased Archives, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Threshold
Song language: English
Why You Frontin'? |
Yo wassup this Slim, uh oh you don’t know me now? |
So what, I, oh it’s like that, oh okay, okay I see that |
I never thought that honey would be playin' I ain’t wid it |
Forget it, it really don’t mean much for me to hit it |
Check the resume, baby they don’t call me slim for nothin' |
Somethin' in her nature had me thinkin' she be frontin' |
But last time I checked I had status |
But she thinks she’s the baddest black |
And I ain’t havin' that, dig it |
Baby what’s ya function |
'Cause I know you be watchin' me from a far |
When I was coolin' at the bar |
I am who I are but I ain’t a superstar |
It’s like I wasn’t born yesterday, why you tryin' play |
Now maybe if I kicked the dummy roll then |
You won’t be so cold on the shoulder |
But now you best move over |
'Cause I’m older then you think, think about it |
But now you be the one that’s lookin' dumb |
So Keith give 'em some |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Yeah baby, you just fronted on my man |
I’m Keith with the ill pack droppin' funk out the Cadillac |
Yo Slim, tell her, she ain’t fly need the glass eye |
I can see the plastic she don’t us a prophylactic |
Hangin' out thinkin' she could meet Wesley |
Super star movie star, she pulls up in the average car |
A green Pinto, license plate say Sacramento |
Who’s the person in da club beggin' for a drink? |
Givin' an eye wink to the brother with a gold link |
Her friends lookin' at the parkin' lot the silver Benz |
I’m a regular nigga I ain’t got no ends |
I must be bald look like Bozo The Clown |
I’m not your average jerk, you need a job go to work |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Back again I’m here I still could be on welfare |
You don’t care walin' by, the wind blowin' in your hair |
Lookin' for Sylvester, Arnold Schwarzenegger |
A Rolls Royce parked, you left your man in his Vega |
What kind of class did your mom teach ya home training? |
You walkin' home tonight, awe man it’s rainin' |
But don’t blame the rain because you’re weave is loose |
And your nails are pressed-on 'cause yo I got the juice |
To get another one that looks just like ya |
So I don’t really sweat the situation, 'cause girl you got me basin' |
But how ya like me now, now you know what’s goin' on |
I’m not a trick, not a sucker, not a slip word it born |
Your game is mad young for a second |
I can see if you were maybe 16, you be trippin' nah mean? |
But hey, it’s your life you can choose who you wanna |
But I’m gonna get to goin' 'cause I’m knowin' how ya flowin' |
Ya flowin' is a joke, ya program is broke |
So peace girl, I’ll see ya on a later note |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Honey, tell me wassup, now girl why you frontin'? |
Yo Keith, let me tell you |
I was cold swingin' it with baby girl in the club right |
But don’t you know here comes Charles Barkley |
Messin' my groove all up |
She runnin' over to Chuck because is Benz is silver |
And my Mazda’s green |
But that’s all cool though because I wasn’t givin' a five cent |
For cheese on a Big Mack, it’s all good, yo check this out here |
Man, I was pulled up man with my black rag-top |
In my orange Volkswagen |
Man, with my little mag rims |
Man, nobody looked at me |