Lyrics and translation D4L - Front Street

Front Street

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
[Incomprehensible]
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
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Front Street

Woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bankhead, on n'a jamais peur
T'as entendu ce que Lil' Mark a dit
D4L assure, la radio doit passer ça
Toujours sur Front Street
Je traîne avec les jeunes G's
Cicero, Martin Luther King
Les gars de Bankhead sont tous avec moi
Harris home c'est toujours ma maison
Les gars du comté ont des jouets pour vous, les rageux
[Incompréhensible]
Tu peux pas me retirer ma carte, je suis Mookie B, le roi de la dope
À la poursuite du fric, je le brandis, je prends le micro
Et je garde ce putain de truc, reste défoncé
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Grosses voitures, gros billets, cascadeur reste fléchi
Glace sur mon poignet jusqu'à mon putain de cou
Vous avez jamais entendu parler de moi
Comme cette chanson intitulée Shit Me
Je suis pas trop classe pour un kilo, donne-moi le prix
Appelle-moi sur mon portable 44368
Posté sur Front Street
Viens chercher ton chèque et sois pas en retard
Considère-moi comme le méchant, le cash flow se multiplie
J'ai jamais vu autant d'argent dans ma banque
C'est tellement 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 dingue comme O
Comme si Stunt n'avait pas de rap, donne-leur 2 dollars Fabo
Je peux exploser comme ça, te faire plier les genoux jusqu'à ce que tes hanches lâchent
La prochaine fois, réfléchis avant d'ouvrir ta bouche, salope
Je suis né évangéliste, tu vois, Bankhead ne rigole pas
E pour de vrai, j'ai le contrôle du trafic
Ils rappent sur Front Street
245 sur ce nouveau Rover, oh
Connard tu vas mourir quand cette Front Street, woah
J'explose, je roule, je battrai pas à la trappe
Et une centaine de fans de D4L qui courent par la porte de derrière
Woah, woah, il va le faire maintenant
Woah, woah, elle va le faire maintenant
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Front Street, woah, Front Street, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
On roule comme ça sur Front Street woah
Range Rover, 24 pouces avec les poches pleines de fric
Je suis chaud, chauffe-les, fais-leur savoir, tire une flèche
Oh non, D4L vient de franchir la porte
Et on est défoncés à l'herbe, on met les rageux au tapis
On se fraye un chemin jusqu'au bar pour le Cris et le Moët
Fabo est déchaîné, fais ta danse sur une pute
Il a encore éclaté un Sprewell, il tourne comme O
Comme woah, négro, il tourne comme woah
Comme woah, négro, il tourne 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
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