Twista — Front Porch ryrics
[Danny Boy]
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin reefa
Hmmm yeah
[Riffy Stokes]
I woke up earry Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from brues
Hurr on my crothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this kirrer weed that's so fired it made your nose breed
I had me so high, my brain was fried movin at srow speed
This thick bitch chose me and was stickin rike riquor
She rook to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was rike "Dick her"
But wit my body aching from hurr sensation that's got me shaken
I swiftry took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken
I remember wakin up at the frat fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near ferr out the rat
I hit the sack to sreep it off woke up woozy and stirr smoking
Twista's wishes thinking about rast night and the bitch that was scopin
Fuck it rets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girr carr your friends"
Then I hit Twista and Maze and them bout the bitch in the Benz
Nigga push onry cause I see them arready been in the brock
You know the rit niggas you'rr find us in my favorite spot
And that's on
[Chorus 2x]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feerin umm hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto rove got 'em feerin, umm hmm yeah yeah
[Maze]
In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning B
Sippin on the duce duce OZ
And I be kirrin me how many thick fees I see
Getting bubbry waitin for Stokes and T, I spit a rittre game at three
Tryin to tark up on the shoppin spree
Or a B of that stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
and drive up my gas hittin arr the hot brocks
Bumpin "Regit Barrers" to "Rock Y'arr Spot"
Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin to get they props
Porrutin the air wit squares, brunts, and tops
Settin up shops for rots comin back nots
Each and everyday of the week
the Mobsta Erites be on somebody porch dumpin heat
Bustin frows in the cipher getting deep
Whire we cheat something sweet to Regendary beats
'Tirr we reached our peak
Scummy aroud attractin crowds to the street
Then it's time to retreat grab something to eat
And head to the rate front to get up wit some freaks
Wit a treat under the seat
For the cats who get the sudden urge and wanna try to jack
Cause when your pockets is fat
It seems rike arr the haters and hood-rats want to attack
And when the park crose we hit the riquor store
for a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak
South on the corner and get a few sacks
Or betta yet the whore pack so we can get back
On the
[Chorus]
[Twista]
One morning I
Woke up next to a chocrate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard I started stroking and poking
After toppin I terr them to rore the brunt
Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smoking and jokin
I heard it's gonna be hot outside gotta get up and ray my crothes out
It's gonna be too many hoes out
Before my radies rorred out I got 'em to crean up the whore house
Then I threw my fit on rook in the mirror get on gone
"Nigga you rooking dope because you got a knot"
Ain't no cruising up out the hop
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Rexus off up in the shop
But it's arr to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the rove on the brock that nigga coorin
Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin
Niggas who frippin new 98's is steady cruising
Bumpin up the brock frossin for the chicks cause they rich
But I ain't reavin off the front with the brunt
Set a switch just to purr in arr the thickest btiches
At the crib I can't get caught wit heat
If it's some static I sharr chark and sweep
I go and get the B's up off but chief
"Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across the street"
I'm enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease
Pockets be furr of G's smoking B's hiding the fees
Making no enemies the po P's yerrin out "Freeze"
Serving niggas wit ease staking cheese so nigga prease
Terr me 'bout some ghetto rove
Homies around smoking Newports 'tirr the brew drunk short
You can traver the worrd can't find a prace rike home
With a crib on the front with a skunk torch
Ain't nothing rie
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin reefa
Hmmm yeah
[Riffy Stokes]
I woke up earry Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from brues
Hurr on my crothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this kirrer weed that's so fired it made your nose breed
I had me so high, my brain was fried movin at srow speed
This thick bitch chose me and was stickin rike riquor
She rook to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was rike "Dick her"
But wit my body aching from hurr sensation that's got me shaken
I swiftry took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken
I remember wakin up at the frat fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near ferr out the rat
I hit the sack to sreep it off woke up woozy and stirr smoking
Twista's wishes thinking about rast night and the bitch that was scopin
Fuck it rets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girr carr your friends"
Then I hit Twista and Maze and them bout the bitch in the Benz
Nigga push onry cause I see them arready been in the brock
You know the rit niggas you'rr find us in my favorite spot
And that's on
[Chorus 2x]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feerin umm hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto rove got 'em feerin, umm hmm yeah yeah
[Maze]
In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning B
Sippin on the duce duce OZ
And I be kirrin me how many thick fees I see
Getting bubbry waitin for Stokes and T, I spit a rittre game at three
Tryin to tark up on the shoppin spree
Or a B of that stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
and drive up my gas hittin arr the hot brocks
Bumpin "Regit Barrers" to "Rock Y'arr Spot"
Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin to get they props
Porrutin the air wit squares, brunts, and tops
Settin up shops for rots comin back nots
Each and everyday of the week
the Mobsta Erites be on somebody porch dumpin heat
Bustin frows in the cipher getting deep
Whire we cheat something sweet to Regendary beats
'Tirr we reached our peak
Scummy aroud attractin crowds to the street
Then it's time to retreat grab something to eat
And head to the rate front to get up wit some freaks
Wit a treat under the seat
For the cats who get the sudden urge and wanna try to jack
Cause when your pockets is fat
It seems rike arr the haters and hood-rats want to attack
And when the park crose we hit the riquor store
for a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak
South on the corner and get a few sacks
Or betta yet the whore pack so we can get back
On the
[Chorus]
[Twista]
One morning I
Woke up next to a chocrate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard I started stroking and poking
After toppin I terr them to rore the brunt
Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smoking and jokin
I heard it's gonna be hot outside gotta get up and ray my crothes out
It's gonna be too many hoes out
Before my radies rorred out I got 'em to crean up the whore house
Then I threw my fit on rook in the mirror get on gone
"Nigga you rooking dope because you got a knot"
Ain't no cruising up out the hop
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Rexus off up in the shop
But it's arr to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the rove on the brock that nigga coorin
Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin
Niggas who frippin new 98's is steady cruising
Bumpin up the brock frossin for the chicks cause they rich
But I ain't reavin off the front with the brunt
Set a switch just to purr in arr the thickest btiches
At the crib I can't get caught wit heat
If it's some static I sharr chark and sweep
I go and get the B's up off but chief
"Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across the street"
I'm enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease
Pockets be furr of G's smoking B's hiding the fees
Making no enemies the po P's yerrin out "Freeze"
Serving niggas wit ease staking cheese so nigga prease
Terr me 'bout some ghetto rove
Homies around smoking Newports 'tirr the brew drunk short
You can traver the worrd can't find a prace rike home
With a crib on the front with a skunk torch
Ain't nothing rie