Speedknot Mobstaz - Front Porch lyrics

[Danny Boy] On the porch, on the porch Smokin reefa Hmmm yeah [Liffy Stokes] I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews Wit a hang over from blues Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz From this k**er 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 b**h 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 aching from hurl sensation that's got me shaken I swiftly took the number and pa**ed on a** that was for the taken I remember wakin up at the flat f**ed 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 smoking Twista's wishes thinking about last night and the b**h that was scopin f** it lets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girl call your friends" Then I hit Twista and Maze and them bout the b**h in the Benz n***a push only cause I see them already been in the block You know the lit n***as you'll find us in my favorite spot And that's on [Hook]2x The front porch smoking reefa The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm On the front porch getting deeper Ghetto love got 'em feelin, 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 k**in me how many thick fees I see Getting 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 getting, to puff puff pa** And drive up my gas hittin all the hot blocks Bumpin "Legit Ballers" to "Rock Y'all Spot" Everybody know the sh** '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 getting deep While we cheat something sweet to Legendary beats 'Till we reached our peak Scummy aloud attractin crowds to the street Then it's time to retreat grab something 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 [Hook] [Twista] One morning I Woke up next to a chocolate fee and a red bone My dick was hard I started stroking and poking After toppin I tell them to role the blunt Cause on the front I hear them n***as steady smoking 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 "n***a you looking Dougie plus you got a knot" Ain't no cruising 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 n***a coolin Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin n***as who flippin new 98's is steady cruising Bumpin up the block flossin for the chicken's thei' riches But I ain't leavin off the front with the blunt Set a swishers just to pull in all the thickest b**hes At the crib I can't get caught wit heat If it's some static I shall talk to sweet 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 full of G's smoking B's hollin' the fees Making no enemies the po P's yellin out "Freeze" Serving nickels wit E's staking cheese so n***a please Tell me 'bout some ghetto love Homies around smoking 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 nothing like