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Lil Rob - Front Back Side To Side lyrics
Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the Regal 
We thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car 
But nowadays if you don't got hundred spokes 
Homey don't even bring you car out 
And if you ain't switched up, forget about it 
Let me tell you about me ride ese 
My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumps 
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump 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 till the day I pass away 
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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 
Hop that motherfucker till the AR's brake 
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 
Shaking like a Southern California earthquake 
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 Lil Rob - Front Back Side To Side - http://motolyrics.com/lil-rob/front-back-side-to-side-lyrics.html
I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wires 
Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires 
You say that you three wheel, I bet you 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 itches 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 
[Chorus]
Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63? 
Simon 
Hey homey 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 
'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rush 
Or until some hynas get in the mix 
I hit my switches, the jura gives me tickets 
Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digits 
Looking all exuisent when I get explicit 
Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow rides 
Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your ride 
See saw, front, back, side to side 
Three wheel around the corner as I get ghost 
Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get close 
All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the scene 
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean 
Time to head home, another night to ascend 
Come back next weekend and do the same shit again 
[Chorus]









