Lyrics Flipside - Album Version (Edited) - Freeway , Peedi Crakk
WHOOOOOOOOOO!!
Now
clap
for
me
mami,
OH!
Just
clap
for
me
mami,
JUST
BLAZE!
Okay,
and
Free,
okay,
yeah
(?)
Que
tu
quieres
mujeres,
said
she
blow
la-la
FLIPSIDE
- and
she
my
baby
mama
Get
wild!
Okay
Freeway
got
the
hood
on
smash
Pop
in
tape,
step
on
gas
and
get
ghost
nigga!
Freeway
got
the
club
on
lock,
step
on
stage
Set
it
down
leave
with
a
broad,
check
for
her
age
Post
up,
fans
suffer
circle
the
block
Call
the
cops
- it's
the
Roc
in
your
area!
Post
up,
distribute
to
the
block
Freeway
move
the
rocks
in
your
area!
Yeahhhh,
Pop
tried
to
shut
me
down
Cops
tried
to
shut
me
down,
haters
wanna
hit
me
up
What?
My
glock
carry
heavy
rounds
Mack
carry
heavy
rounds
packed
in
the
Chevy
truck
What?
You
better
ring
the
alarm
Before
I
cock
back,
dump
on
you
and
your
boys
And
have
black
suits,
tucked
on
you
and
your
mom
But
back
to
the
song,
said
she
wanna
suck
on
me
and
the
boys
Her
ass
look
good
in
a
thong
And
she
want
me
to
sneak
in
the
building
like
Trojans
in
"Troy"
Best
believe
there's
Trojans
involved
Hats
lift
over
the
boy,
oh
boy
We
rip
crowds,
whole
lot
of
fire
and
a
little
bit
of
bass
Is
all
it
takes
to
make
the
place
GET
WILD,
whole
lot
of
style
and
a
little
bit
of
cake
Is
all
it
takes
to
make
her
skate
FLIPSIDE
(flipside)
crack
house
and
a
little
bit
of
bass
Is
all
it
takes
to
make
the
block
GET
WILD
(get
wild)
park
keys
and
a
little
bit
of
cheese
Is
all
it
takes
to
make
her
leave
With
these
(with
these)
O.G.'s
(O.G.'s)
Tell
that
hoe
until
she
roll
on
a
pole
I'm
tryna
squeeze
With
ease
(with
ease)
then
breathe
(then
breathe)
I
ain't
Hov',
I
just
know
what
I
know
I'm
talkin
owe
Sparks
five,
ride
for
a
dollar
bill
Famous
up
in
Hollywood,
high
in
them
Holly-hills
I,
can't
deny
how
the
mamis
feel
Higher
than
the
cable
bill,
slide
with
your
baby
girl
P.
Crakk
and
I
ain't
for
play
I
got
a
mack
that'll
change
your
day
Fall
back,
get
your
act
intact
P-I-M-P
U-P
H-O-E-S
is
all
the
rest
And
yes,
this
is
Philly,
you
welcome
to
come
check
us
Crakk,
wherever
I
holla
at
be
gettin
neck
in
Pass
her
the
thing,
tell
her
make
it
go
rrrring
The
prince
of
S.P.,
is
soon
to
be
the
king
And
we.
Now
how
many
hoes
in
your
motherfuckin
group?
Wanna
take
a
ride
in
my
'89
Delk
She
felt
the
kid,
thumbtack,
held
the
roof
Up
on
her
cell
phone,
"Freeway
got
me
in
the
squadder
He
a
rider,
from
the
block
to
the
booth"
I'm
as,
real
as
they
come,
the
gorillas'll
come
Six
could
chill
'til
they
come,
gotta
peel
when
they
done
But
let
her
spend
the
night,
all
night
Cause
the
heat
call
me
a
liar
She
just
like
+Honey+
so
I
called
her
Mariah
Wanna
see,
if
she
got
what
it
takes
to
carry
across
state
And
travel
across
state,
with
things
taped
to
her
waist
Mami
wanna
ride
with
pa
Bad
bitches
get
scooped
like
Haagan
Daas
And
put
on
the
team
shoot,
put
on
the
Bean
bitch
Lean
bitch,
shoot
at
they
entourage
Hit
up
the
team
camp,
pull
on
your
jeans
bitch
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2 What We Do - Album Version (Edited)
3 All My Life - Album Version (Edited)
4 Flipside - Album Version (Edited)
5 On My Own - Album Version (Edited)
6 We Get Around - Album Version (Edited)
7 Don't Cross The Line - Album Version (Edited)
8 Life - Album Version (Edited)
9 Full Effect - Album Version (Edited)
10 Turn Out The Lights (Freewest) - Album Version (Edited)
11 Victim Of The Ghetto - Album Version (Edited)
12 You Don't Know (In The Ghetto) - Album Version (Edited)
13 Alright - Album Version (Edited)
14 Hear The Song - Album Version (Edited)
15 You Got Me
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