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Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Ah yes, thank you, thank you, thank you
That was another one of my favorite tunes that I like to do
Thank you, thank you for that tip, darling, thanks
You know, I'd like to play another one of my favorite songs
That I'm sure all you guys and gals out there remember
Know and love, I remember when I used to be in love
And I hope this song inspires you to
Get that same type of feeling like that right about now
Bally boots, cashmere suits
Sintel cellular, yoga fat caboose
Slide so smooth, a voice so slick
And all the fine young ladies love his clothes
He supposes a rose will impress
He's schemin' for a way to get under her skin
So he begins to try to impress
Pulls out a knife, show him your breasts
Puts it on the bar, but quickly picks it up
Whatever the lady had, please refill her cup
Baby, what's your sign? Where you from? What you doin'?
But what he really means is, "Let's commence to screwin'"
Now why bother with frivolity?
Over in the corner, I saw you eyeballin' me
You're nothin' but a sniper shootin' down men
But when I saw you starin' at me, I knew I was goin' to win
The big prize behind door number two
The legs are one and three, what you wanna do?
Let's make a deal, 'cause you know that I'm paid
All I wanna do is get a little, little close to you
Not a little closer, mmm-mmm, let me gain my composure
What's your name? Can I call you that?
Since I'm rollin' fat, can I take you back to the flat?
Where I reside, when I leave, I want you right at my side
All this work, since she leaves him the place
On this guy's arm and a smile on her face
Only thinkin' 'bout the money that he makes
Droppin' lingerie at the bar for some papes
Why do girls fall for the glitz and the glamor?
Gotta be flashy to pull a bunch of stunts
Then a thought hit me, just like the hemp
Girls judge a man by the way that he fronts
Oh, man
That's how it is on the front line
The front line, the front line
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The front line, the front line
Come up to the front, smokin' doobie blunts
Pullin' crazy stunts to get what you want
Yes, I gotta say electric crack to be exact
Got a fifty G car, so of course I mack
Cruise up to the bridge, chillin' cakalaka
If I have some shit, my boys are my back-up
Half gold fronts and marabona round my neck
Don't worry about the deadly 'cause I get a daily check
Shackin' at the Hilton, lampin' in the Sheraton
If the night is good, I stay up in the Radisson
Reserve a room for two, but surely I would do
The honey dip, but she doesn't have a clue
Dodged the boys in blue, sometimes I pay them off
Had trouble in the South, so I catch a train up North
Page me by my pager if there's somethin' major
Where the shit I gave you, you surely get your wager
And if you come up short, I'll smack you with my fist
In front of your girl, in front of your
Mouth, fuck up, you won't be missed
Don't let me hear you riff, you just might end up stiff
You just might end up stiff and no, that's not a myth
I wish I could get out the tricks of the trade
And work for Uncle Sam, gimme green eggs and ham
So I'ma get mine, my pickup's at nine
Wanna hold a twenty? Oh, you'll be fine on the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
Come up to the club lookin' fly as birds
Checkin' out the scene, lookin' for some curves
Moonlight kiss my car, shines with a gleam
Gotta be phat when I go and do my thing
I'm puttin' on my chains, puttin' on my beeper
Even though I have no service, yo, I look sweeter
Five-star rims, ridin' kinda low
Givin' the impression of a well-paid pro
Got a lot of boys hangin' on the corner
But yo, that's not my style 'cause I'm not Jack Horner
Got a nine-to-five, but hey, you don't know
My impression's otherwise 'cause it makes the girls glow
Thinkin' that I'm rich from the game of illegal fame
Got a lot of dap from the boys who believe the same
Couldn't tell you why I live this little lie
Tryin' to be down, scramblin' on the sly
Bet you it's frontin', bet you it's kinda fun
Hangin' with the girls and the good times
Boy, it's big fun when you're hangin' on the front
On the front, on the front, when you're on the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
The front line, the front line
Uptown, is you with me?
D.C., is you with me?
P.A., are you with me?
N.C., are you with me?
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