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On the porch, on the porch Smokin' reefa, hmm yeah I woke up early Saturday mornin' sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues, hurl on my clothes and shoes Stomach on wooz from this killer weed That's so fired it made your nose bleed I had me so high, my brain was fried movin' at slow speed This thick bitch chose me and was stickin' like liquor She look to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was like 'Dick her' But wit my body achin' from hurl sensation that's got me shaken I swiftly took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken I remember wakin' up at the flat fucked up in the back Checkin' on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smokin' Twista's wishes, thinkin' about last night and the bitch that was scopin' Fuck it lets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girl call your friends" Then I hit Twista and Maze and them 'bout the bitch in the Benz Nigga push only 'cause I see them already been in the block You know the lit niggas you'll find us in my favorite spot And that's on The front porch, smokin' reefa The weed got 'em feelin', umm hmm On the front porch, gettin' deeper Ghetto love got 'em feelin', umm hmm, yeah yeah The front porch, smokin' reefa The weed got 'em feelin', umm hmm On the front porch, gettin' deeper Ghetto love got 'em feelin', umm hmm, yeah yeah In the summer I hit the front porch wit a mornin' B Sippin' on the duce duce OZ And I be killin' me how many thick fees I see Gettin' bubbly waitin' for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three Tryin' to talk up on the shoppin' spree or a B of that stinky green free Straight gettin', to puff puff pass And drive up my gas hittin' all the hot blocks Bumpin' 'Legit Ballers' to 'Rock Y'all Spot' Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin' to get they props Pollutin' the air wit squares, blunts, and tops Settin' up shops for lots comin' back nots Each and everyday of the week the Mobsta Elites Be on somebody porch, dumpin' heat, bustin' flows In the cipher gettin' deep while we cheat Somethin' sweet to Legendary beats, 'til we reached our peak Scummy aloud attractin' crowds to the street Then it's time to retreat grab somethin' to eat And head to the late 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 like all the haters And hood-rats want to attack And when the park close we hit the liquor store For a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak South on the corner and get a few sacks Or betta yet the whole pack so we can get back On the The front porch, smokin' reefa The weed got 'em feelin', umm hmm On the front porch, gettin' deeper Ghetto love got 'em feelin', umm hmm, yeah yeah The front porch, smokin' reefa The weed got 'em feelin', umm hmm On the front porch, gettin' deeper Ghetto love got 'em feelin', umm hmm, yeah yeah One mornin' I woke up next to a chocolate fee and a red bone My dick was hard, I started strokin' and pokin' After toppin' I tell them to role the blunt 'Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smokin' and jokin' I heard it's gonna be hot outside, gotta get up and lay my clothes out It's gonna be too many hoes out Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house Then I threw my fit on look in the mirror get on gone Nigga you lookin' dope 'cause you got a knot Ain't no cruisin' up out the hop I'm hangin' by the spot 'cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop But it's all to good, it's a hood thang Never too bogus notice the love on the block that nigga coolin' Aimin' the radio out the window steady groovin' Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin' Niggas who flippin' new 98's is steady cruisin' Bumpin' up the block flossin' for the chicks 'cause they rich But I ain't leavin' off the front with the blunt Set a switch just to pull in all the thickest btiches At the crib I can't get caught wit heat, If it's some static I shall chalk 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 enjoyin' the breeze, high degreez and no ease Pockets be full of G's, smokin' B's hidin' the fees Makin' no enemies, the po P's yellin' out, "Freeze" Servin' niggas wit ease stakin' cheese so nigga please Tell me 'bout some ghetto love Homies around smokin' Newports 'till the brew drunk short You can travel the world can't find a place like home With a crib on the front with a skunk torch Ain't nothin' lie
Writer(s): Twista, Mayz, Liffy Stokes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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