Front, Back, Side To Side Lyrics - Lil' Rob

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 

[Chorus] 

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 

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]