paroles de chanson Front Seat - Young Buck

I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
Who's strap (we strap), who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
On my buck shit just left my pot of grain sand
I plan on poppin' purchases and robbin' till it's daylight
Y'all niggas is told on we just say you damn
But all I hold shows on these country bitches pussy tight
Boy this club would make a motherfucker think he rich
Make an ugly bitch even think that she the shit
Don't be surprised when you see what's in our rights
Ain't made just a gage she put right between your eyes
Different neighbourhood's beefing
You gon' stay in or gon' stay out
Somebody get to shoot, nigga it's one way in or one way out
My city own one everybody too strap
Middle fingers up when they hear me holla who's strap
I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
Who's strap (we strap), who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
We believe in pudding candy paint on anything
Don't know the first to bring the dough but we been ballin' since we came
They get we was cope put my nephew through them college years
When you people refused to give him a scholarship
Why I ask my mama why she needs some cash for
Then she just looked at me and asked me what I needed that mass for
Just load it up with bullets paint his face bright
'Cause that's the type of shit my AK like
No trace face got a rag on it
And the chevy signal ain't ates with no fucking tags on it
Let them niggers think they got away with it for that moment
Retaliation show feel good don't it
I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
Who's strap (we strap), who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
Used to shoot it out with them niggers for different pity shit
They used it on a beefer for bitches that I already hit
Shit been flaming since them new niggers been hanging
So they ain't from around here it's time for rearranging
When daddy bought the banging he's 60 still slanging
Got a chopper for that dumb shit and he got a young bitch
Nigga who's strap, fuck if you have
You got it on you right now give me 2 clap
Catch up on the few laps
Coping at your neighbourhood I'm looking for some new trap
Jack Daniels and that 40 with the black handle
Take your money and I blew it like a candle
I'm just smoking on some bud on my way to the club
With the chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
I'm just shaking off this pill got my pesci on the wheel
But this hopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)
Who's strap (we strap), who's strap (we strap)
You got yours now let me hear you clap
Got my mind on my paper I ain't worried about these haters
Got my chopper on the front seat (chopper on the front seat)