Flipside(feat Peedi Crakk Lyrics

Flipside(feat Peedi Crakk lyrics

[Intro: Peedi Crakk]

 WHOOOOOOOOOO!!  Now clap for me mami, OH!

 Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE!

 Okay, and Free, okay, yeah (?)

 Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la

 FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama

 Get wild!  Okay

 

 [Freeway]

 Freeway got the hood on smash

 Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga!

 Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage

 Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age

 Post up, fans suffer circle the block

 Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area!

 Post up, distribute to the block

 Freeway move the rocks in your area!

 Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down

 Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up

 What?  My glock carry heavy rounds

 Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck

 What?  You better ring the alarm

 Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys

 And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom

 But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys

 Her ass look good in a thong

 And she want me to sneak in the building like trolls and a toy

 Best believe there's Trojans involved

 Hats lift over the boy, oh boy

 

 [Chorus: Freeway]

 We rip crowds, whole lot of fire and a little bit of bass

 is all it takes to make the place

 GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake

 is all it takes to make her skate

 FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass

 is all it takes to make the block

 GET WILD (get wild) park keys and a little bit of cheese

 is all it takes to make her leave

 

 [Peedi Crakk]

 With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s)

 Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze

 with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe)

 I ain't Hov', I just know what I know

 I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill

 Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills

 I, can't deny how the mamis feel

 Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl

 P. Crakk and I ain't for play

 I got a mack that'll change your day

 Fall back, get your act in tact

 P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest

 And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us

 Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in

 Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring

 The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king

 And we..

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Freeway]

 Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group?

 Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk

 She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof

 Up on her cell phone, "Freeway got me in the squadder

 He a rider, from the block to the booth"

 I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come

 Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done

 But let her spend the night, all night

 Cause the heat call me a liar

 She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah

 Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state

 And travel across state, with things taped to her waist

 Mami wanna ride with pa

 Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas

 And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch

 Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage

 Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch

 

 [Chorus]

 

 

 [Thanks to  fito_sotelo@hotmail.com  for these lyrics]