Front Street Lyrics - Down For Life - 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 

[Incomprehensible] 

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 44368 

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, wont 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