Flipside lyrics

Song information

Artist: Freeway
Album: Philadelphia Freeway

Lyrics

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
Verse 1:

Ok
Freeway got the hood on smash
Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost hater
(Ghost hater)
Freeway got the club on lock
Step on stage
Shut it down leave wit a broad
Check for her age
Post up, fans service circle the block
Call the cops
Its the roc in ur area!!
Post up, distribute to the block
Freeway move them rocks in ur area!!
(Yeeeahh)
Block tried to shut me down
Cops tried to shut me down
Haters wanna hit me up, but
My glock carry heavy rounds
Mac carry heavy rounds
Packed in a chevy truck, what
U better ring the alarm
Before I cock back, dump on u and ur boys
And have black suits tucked on u and ur moms
But back to the song
Chicks wanna suck on me and the boys
Her ass look good in a thong
And she want me to sneak in her buildin
Like trojan and troy
Best belive theres trojans invovled
Hat slipped over the boy
Oh boy!!

Hook:

We rip crowds
Whole lot of volume
And a little bit a bass
Is all it takes to make the place
Get wild.
Whole lot a stal (crystal,a drink)
And a little bit a cake
Is all it takes to make her skate
Flipsides.
Crack values and a little bit of bass
Is all it takes to the block
Get wild.
Car keys and a little bit of g's
Is all it takes to make her leave

Peedi crakk
Verse :

Wit these, ol' g's.
Tell that ho to tootsie roll on a poll
Im tryin to squeeze wit ease
In 3's
I aint hov, I just know what I know
Im talkin o' and sparks , I'll ride
For a dollar bill, famous up in hollywood
High in them cali hills
I, cant deny how them mommys feel
Higher than a cable bill
Slide wit your baby girl
P crakk and I aint for play
I gotta mac thatll change ur day
Fall back
Get ur act intact, p.i.m.p (you p)
H.o.e.s's know the rest and yes
This is philly u welcome to come check us
Crakk, whatever I holla at be gettin naked
Cuz of the thing
Tell em let it go ring
The prince of s.p. (state property)
And soon to be the king
And we.

Hook

Freeway
Verse 2:

Now how many hoes in ur motherfuckin group
Wanna take a ride in my 89' delta
Bout to get thumbtacks out the roof
Up on the cell phone
Freeway got me in a squader
He a rider
From the block to the booth
Im as real as they come
The gurellas will come
But chicks can chill till the come
Gotta peel when the done
But let em spend the night (all night)
Cuz the e 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
Wit things taped to her waist
Mommy wanna ride wit pa
Bad bitches get scooped like hogendage? (ice cream)
And put on the team
Shoot, put on a beam bitch, lean bitch, shoot up
They entourage, hit up they team
Cant put on ur jeans bitch..

Hook