Front Back (Side To Side) Lyrics

Verse 1:

Fuck that I aint drunk
don't tell me I had enough front on that drink my goons gon tear this club up
and so far I don't had 10 cups and I can't stand up cause I drunk too much
but my squad here so I can't be touched
so I'm like bartender!, next round on us
shorty came over here and whispered in my ear
she said you s.t.?
I said hell yea
she started popping, locking, and dropping
and moving fast and them stopping
had a nigga dick as hard as a rocket
I love the way she was moving
she stayed in tune with the music
had a nigga like me bout to lose it
I'm like ma so what you tryna say?
we could leave here right away
I took a sip of patron cause it wasn't no time for play and I got my lean on while she gave me face

Chorus:

It go front, back, side to side
front back, side to side (this is how we lean)
front back, side to side (I'm so high, it got me feeling like I'm gliding)
front back, side to side
front back, side to side (this is how we lean)
front back, side to side (I'm so high, it got me feeling like I'm gliding)

verse 2 (Barrington):

Yo when I step up in the place
I'm that what they mention
got a crease in my lee jeans to cut the tention
chicks wanna get down like a low rider trucks susspension
dude's eye every cluck I question but listen,
I aint here to impree dudes
I'm just tryna get a chick
study how her flesh move
not my every day grind
just a little refuge
you know
something stunning that's willing to bless dude
you know
sneezed on it like twenty degrees on it
got a chicken head throw a lil' cease on it
got a snow flake
throw some winter ski's on it
then I ride the slope 'til I slide in it
you riding with B.A.R.
this is for my ladies drunk by the Bar-a
Teesha, Keysha, Tasha, Samara
live for today and we say fuck tomorrow

Chorus 1x

Verse 3 (Stones):

Yo that's S to the T
cruising down the street
with a new outfit on and the latest on my feet
soon as I hit the scene bitches be screaming, tweaking, falling out in my presence like I'm they decan
and they just caught the holy-ghost
I'm like I love you too ma
but they could tell that I realy don't
but back to the facts the reason why I'm rapping I'm tryna get some action so baby let's make it happen
let's get it crackin, shorty you hear that clapping
it aint a gun when I show you what I'm packing
packed in the bak of my maybach Benz
we could do whatever you want plus you could bring a friend
or two, maybe three of them
I know they after my bread yea I'm seeing them
but they aint getting a dime I'm just skeeting them
I just wanna fuck
I don't really wanna be with 'em

Chorus 1x

(Thanks to Jay for these lyrics)