paroles de chanson Mr. Front Man - Andy Kapps

What we doin', what we about to do
We in the backyard, we coming to the front, but we ain't coming to front
You Mr. front street
Space Candy

Who fucking with my team, we the realest motherfuckers man
I used to do this cause I love it, now I want the duckets man
Now a days in the world, you can't trust no one man
I tried to help some homies out, they threw me under bus's man

For doing nothing man, they put words in my mouth
Never once helped me out, now they wanna come around
And act like they the reason for my success, why I did it
Try to deepen up that voice, talking tough like you live it

Extra, extra, they can read all about you
The real ones gonna know when they around you
They heard about you, you Mr. Front Street
You the front man, not in my band
You Mr. Front Street

I always had these lucid visions, always had these daydreams
About being on this mission when we winning and they stay scheme
Plottin' on my team, I don't really think so
We bout to knock your wig off and use you as a mink coat
Cause I don't front, I'm getting backed up by my home boys
I'm telling you, if you talk that shit I know it be the wrong choice
So keep it real, I wont front, you ain't bad, I ain't mad
You must've took some acting classes, I suggest you be my fan

Front man, front man, now you put yourself on front street
I'm never gonna hesitate to spit and put out heat
So come on get at me, or keep pursuing that act
Cause I know what the facts be, you a front man from backstreet boy

My backup singers back me up, yeah yeah
My crew looking like a choir with them guns, yeah yeah
And they can leave them bullets singing through the air, yeah yeah
In one ear and out the other, we don't really care yeah

You know they loving us cause we always keep it real
You always been the front man, I don't know how that feel
We bout to seal the deal cause they know that we the realest
You bout to shut your mouth, close and chill bitch

You so extra, extra and I know all about you
I can read through the fake shit so don't make us clown you
You the front man, front man, you the front man, front man, front man

Extra, extra, they can read all about you
The real ones gonna know when they around you
They heard about you, you Mr. Frontstreet
You the front man, not in my band
You Mr. Frontstreet