Lyrics and translation D4L - Front Street (Amended Version)

Front Street (Amended Version)

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
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, won't 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

Front Street (Version amendée)

Woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bankhead, nous n'avons jamais peur
Tu as entendu ce que Lil' Mark a dit
D4L l'a mis en place, la radio doit le jouer
Toujours dans cette rue principale
On baise avec ces jeunes G
Cicero, Martin Luther King
Les garçons de Bankhead sont tous avec moi
Harris Home reste ma maison
Les gars du comté ont des jouets pour tous les ennemis
Je ne peux pas tirer ma carte, je suis Mookie B, le compagnon de la drogue E
Cours après l'argent, brandis-le, prends le micro
Et garde ce fils de pute, reste défoncé
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Gros camions, beaucoup d'argent, les cascadeurs restent fléchis
De la glace sur mon poignet jusqu'au cou
T'as jamais entendu parler de moi
Comme cette chanson intitulée Shit Me
Je ne suis pas trop fly pour un kilo, laisse-moi avoir ce prix
Appelle-moi sur mon portable 44368
Posté dans cette rue principale
Vas-y et ne sois pas en retard
Traite-moi de méchant, la trésorerie se multiplie
Je n'ai jamais vu autant d'argent dans ma banque
Il est si haut
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
C'est Front Street, woah, deviens cinglé comme O
Comme Stunt n'a pas de rap, donne-lui 2 dollars Fabo
Je peux éclater comme lo, te faire plier les genoux jusqu'à ce que tes hanches bougent
La prochaine fois, réfléchis avant de courir
Je suis né évangéliste, vois Bankhead ne l'a pas
E pour de vrai, j'ai le piège verrouillé
Ils rappent sur Front Street
245 sur ce nouveau Rov, oh
Mec, tu vas mourir lorsque ce Front Street, woah
Je saute, je roule, je ne frappe pas à la porte du piège
Et une centaine de fans de D4L courent par cette porte arrière
Woah, woah, il le fera maintenant
Woah, woah, elle le fera maintenant
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Dévie comme ça dans cette rue principale
Range Rov, 24 avec une poche pleine de fric
Je suis lo, fais-les lo, fais-leur savoir, tire un arc
Oh non, D4L est entré par la porte
Et on est défoncés, on frappe les ennemis au sol
Ouvre la voie jusqu'au bar pour le Cris et le Mo'
Fabo défoncé, danse sur une pute
Il a sauté un autre Sprewell en tournant comme O
Comme woah, mec, en tournant comme woah
Comme woah, mec, en tournant comme 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