Front, Back & Side To Side (Chopped & Screwed Version)

Got front and back, and side to side

Got front and back, and side to side

Got front and back, and side to side[Pimp C]

Never let broke gold diggers ride

I got a '64

Chevy in my yard

A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard

White plush inside nothin' rolls as fresh

Triple gold double-

A Dayton's is the best, ugh

I got them sixteen switches like

DreCos where

I'm from fool that's what everybody play

UGK-1 written smooth on my plates

Cos real pimp players don't never roll fake

I'm bout to hit

Gulfway, just passed

Troy'sI'm dippin by myself,

I'm bout to call up my boys

I pass up the carwash

I see some women lookin fine

I hit the corner one more time to see the booty from behind

Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump

I got the

JVC's and the giggas so it bump, ugh

I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man

I got the, front back, and side to side daddy[Hook - x2][Pimp C]

It's pimpin pimpin,

I'm hittin switches, checkin out my strapbut

I keep on dippin, steady pimpin, kickin, how's about the winter man?

Makin sure these snitches, ain't stoppin riches, 5-

Oh on my back

I'm chillin, hidin and winnin, pockets feelin fat[Bun B]

And I come round your corner shinin, leanin, ever so stunnin

Gangstas put down their gun andwomen and children come outside and start runnin

They catch a glimpse of the

P-A pimp whoopin whips

Never goin out out like simps, walkin your block with gangsta limp[Pimp C]

Some fools roll

Lincoln, some fools roll

Jagbut the crew from

Texas roll them

Lacs, white walls and rags

With the candy paint and wheel and grill, and wooden dash'94

I gotta keep it trill, down for my cash[Bun B]

I gots my stash so

I switches, keep on burninand these tires keep on turnin

I be rollin through your scene, flashin green, freaks be yearninto be down, the

Under Ground

Kingz drinkin

Crown with the

CokeNever broke, we make the concrete pound baby[Hook - x2][Bun B]

It's the Gulfway boulevard ******, tearin up

All four corners on your block fool, nuttin but that bunny hophappenin, high cappin, daily routine, my load is plush

Interior crush and fool

I'm too clean

To be like the rest,

I must excite the bestin your soul so letta player take control

And do what the hell ya been waitinseein that's me rollin on three

Dayton'sWe're rollin them thangs in the air, just hangin up there

Shinin steel fat man, but

I don't care if everybody sit back and stare

Everywhere we go they linin up as if we're startin up a parade

And everybody thinkin they get paid

But I don't really give a damn, with a six pack?

Twelves in the trunk, chrome dip, don't even trip,

I ain't nobody's punk

So swing down sweet rag top and let me ridewanna skate, baby don't wait let's glide and slide right[Pimp C]

Never let broke gold diggers ride

Never let broke gold diggers ride

Never let broke gold diggers ride"

Got front and back, and side to side"

Never let broke gold diggers ride"

Got front and back, and side to side""

Got front and back, and side to side"

Never let broke gold diggers ride* repeat to fade *