Lirik Lagu Front, Back, Side To Side - Lil' Rob
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the RegalWe thought we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered carBut nowadays if you don't got hundred spokesHomey don't even bring you car outAnd if you ain't switched up, forget about itLet me tell you about me ride ese
My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumpsHydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumpsEverything I need in my low-lowI go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it upWrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it upWhen I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some upFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakePeople trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquakeI take, many chances on this carrucha that dancesLike a ruca, ass up, titties downSo many Chevys you would think we're in the 60'sNow I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenserGrab another 45 for me and change the recordMy neck hurts from hitting all dayYou play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass away
[Chorus]Front, back, side to side, corner and pancakePeople trip out when they see my carro shake shakeFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakeHop that motherfucker till the AR's brakeFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakePeople trip out when they see my carro shake shakeFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakeShaking like a Southern California earthquake
I hit my switches up, I hit my switches downI put the top up, I put the top back downNo matter where I go they say my tire's the glowAnd next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll lowI'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wiresGotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tiresYou say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higherGot a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fireAnd if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's doneThat's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switchesPeople tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparksListen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I parkBut when I leave I raise it up againHit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again
[Chorus]
Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?SimonHey homey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?Simon
I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break somethingDon't worry, it's nothing that we can't fixCuz I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rushOr until some hynas get in the mixI hit my switches, the jura gives me ticketsHynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digitsLooking all exuisent when I get explicitBecause I got a lowride that looks like it slow ridesDon't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your rideSee saw, front, back, side to sideThree wheel around the corner as I get ghostCheck the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get closeAll you see is six tail-lights as I leave the sceneCarrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking meanTime to head home, another night to ascendCome back next weekend and do the same shit again
[Chorus]
My carrucha got four pumps and four square dumpsHydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump bumpsEverything I need in my low-lowI go hook it up with them vatos who can hook it upWrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it upWhen I'm done juice them up, go back out and use some upFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakePeople trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquakeI take, many chances on this carrucha that dancesLike a ruca, ass up, titties downSo many Chevys you would think we're in the 60'sNow I'm through, grab a tissue from my dispenserGrab another 45 for me and change the recordMy neck hurts from hitting all dayYou play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass away
[Chorus]Front, back, side to side, corner and pancakePeople trip out when they see my carro shake shakeFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakeHop that motherfucker till the AR's brakeFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakePeople trip out when they see my carro shake shakeFront, back, side to side, corner and pancakeShaking like a Southern California earthquake
I hit my switches up, I hit my switches downI put the top up, I put the top back downNo matter where I go they say my tire's the glowAnd next time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll lowI'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke wiresGotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tiresYou say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higherGot a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch fireAnd if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's doneThat's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switchesPeople tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparksListen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I parkBut when I leave I raise it up againHit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again
[Chorus]
Hey homey that's a pretty bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?SimonHey homey that's a pretty bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?Simon
I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break somethingDon't worry, it's nothing that we can't fixCuz I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a head rushOr until some hynas get in the mixI hit my switches, the jura gives me ticketsHynas blow me kisses, throwing me their digitsLooking all exuisent when I get explicitBecause I got a lowride that looks like it slow ridesDon't be suprised when I'm hopping next to your rideSee saw, front, back, side to sideThree wheel around the corner as I get ghostCheck the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get closeAll you see is six tail-lights as I leave the sceneCarrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking meanTime to head home, another night to ascendCome back next weekend and do the same shit again
[Chorus]
