Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Front Back Side, artist - Lil Rob. Album song Lil Rob Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2013
Record label: Low Profile
Song language: English
Front Back Side |
| It’s time to ride |
| Front, back, side to side |
| Corner and pancake |
| Haha, make my car shake shake |
| My carrucha got so many pumps and dumps |
| Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bumps |
| Everything I need in my low-low |
| I go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it up |
| Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up |
| When I’m done juice them up, go back out and use some up |
| Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake |
| People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California |
| earthquake |
| I take, many chances on this carrucha that dances |
| Like a ruca, ass up, titties down |
| So many Chevys you would think we’re in the 60's |
| Now I’m through, grab a tissue from my dispenser |
| Grab another 45 for me and change the record |
| My neck hurts from hitting all day |
| You play you pay but that’s ok, I’ll hit my switches til the day I pass away |
| Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake |
| People trip out when they see my carro shake shake |
| Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake |
| Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake |
| People trip out when they see my carro shake shake |
| Front, back, side to side, corner and pancake |
| I hit my switches up, I hit my switches down |
| I put the top up, I put the top back down |
| No matter where I go they say my tire’s the glow |
| And next time tell me something I don’t know, I like to roll low |
| I’m a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires |
| Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with 5×20 tires |
| You say that you three wheel, I bet that I three wheel higher |
| Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fire |
| And if I do I’ll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it’s |
| done |
| That’s Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the iches to hit the switches |
| People tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks |
| Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park |
| But when I leave I raise it up again |
| Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again |
| Hey homeboy that’s a pretty bad ass convertible you got there homeboy, '63? |
| Simon |
| Hey that’s a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93? |
| Simon |
| I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something |
| Don’t worry, it’s nothing that we can’t fix |
| Cuz I don’t stop until the pumps bust or until I get a head rush |
| Or until some hynas get in the mix |
| I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets |
| Whenever you fix it, back to hitting switches |
| Hynas blowing kisses, throwing out their digits |
| Pay me a visit, Lil' Rob, and we can kick it |
| You see my six tail-lights when I’m at the stop light |
| Go up at an angle, watch my front tire dangle |
| Threw it up on three wheels, but I can hear my pump squeel |
| Time for me to go holmes, my batteries are low holmes |