Front Street - D4L

Woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Bankhead, we ain’t never scared

You heard what Lil' Mark said

D4L put it down, radio gotta play it

Still on that front street

Fuckin?

with them young G’s

Cicero, Martin Luther King

Bankhead boys all down with me

Harris home still my home

County boys got them toys for y’all haters

Can’t pull my card, I’m Mookie B, the dope E mate

Paper chasin', weildin' it, grab the mike

And keep that motherfucker, stay crunk

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Big trucks, big bucks, stunt man stay flexed up

Ice on my wrist to my motherfuckin' neck up

Y’all niggas ain’t never heard of me

Like that song called Shit Me

Ain’t too fly for a ki, lemme get that price to me

Hit me on my cell phone 44 368

Posted on that front street

Get there check and don’t be late

Label me the bad guy, cash flow it multiply

Never seen so much money in my bank

It stacked so high

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

That’s front street, woah get geeked like O

Like Stunt ain’t got no rap give 'em 2 dollars Fabo

I can pop like lo, make you bend your knees till your hips go

Next time you think first before you run your lip, hoe

I was born Evangelist, see Bankhead ain’t havin' it

E for real, got the trap locked down

They front street rappin?

it

245's on that new Rov, oh

Sucker you will die when that front street, woah

I pop, I roll, won?

t beat at the trap door

And a hundred D4L fans runnin' through that back door

Woah, woah, he’ll do it now

Woah, woah, she’ll do it now

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Swerve like this through that front street woah

Range Rov, 24's with a pocket full of dough

I’m lo, get?

em lo, let 'em know, shoot a bow

Oh no, D4L done walked through the door

And we high off dro, knockin' haters to the flo?

Make a way to the bar for tha Cris and the Mo?

Fabo geeked up, do your dance on a hoe

He done popped another Sprewell spinnin' like O

Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah

Like woah, nigga, spinnin' like woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Front street, woah, front street, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah