up ahead I'm not going back to front Back to front, back to front Back to front, upside down, inside out, wrong way round Back to front, upside down
Пераклад: Stiff Little Fingers. Задам наперад.
eyes up ahead I'm not going back to front Back to front Back to front Back to front, upside down, inside out, wrong way round Back to front, upside down
what yo, gotta get a ruffneck I need a ruffneck I need a dude with attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' Frontin
, frontin like she know joe Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro Forty-below timbos, fatigues saggin Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin On her gold fronts
can't take the smell I can't take the noise I got no money to move out I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room Roaches in the back Junkies in the
Gotta get a ruffneck (verse one) I need a ruffneck I need a dude with attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' Frontin
but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse 7: Fat Joe] All these niggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggas lyin' still up in stiff
remix Remix, remix, remix, [Verse 6: Fat Joe] All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases
on dubs 140 thousand the first week... UHHH! [Fat Joe] All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff
remix, remix Remix, remix, remix, [Verse 6: Fat Joe] All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
that cock trick spit what your mom drip. Back to these bastards who claim they got grip, take your finger off the safety and let your glock click. Aim for the back
get a Ruffneck(Hey, hey) (verse one) I need a ruffneck I need a dude with a attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' Frontin
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for Get in girl, dont front shorty you're Fightin' an unwinnable war, it's useless, like tits on a bull, little
mug, frontin like she know Joe Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro Forty-below Timbos, fatigues saggin Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin on her gold fronts
