Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Front Porch Feat. Danny Ray
Twista
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
On the porch, on the porch
Smoking reefa
Hmm, yeah
I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
With a hangover 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 moving at slow speed
This thick bitch chose me and was sticking like liquor
She look too tight that bodies right my heart and mind was like "Dick her"
But with my body aching from hurl sensation that's got me shaken
I swiftly took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken
I remember waking up at the flat fucked up in the back
Checking 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 bitch that was scoping
Fuck it, let's 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 smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feeling, mm, hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feeling, mm, hmm, yeah, yeah
On the front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feeling umm, hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feeling, mm, hmm, yeah, yeah
In the summer, I hit the front porch with a morning, B
Sipping on the deuce deuce OZ
And I be killing me how many thick fees I see
Getting bubbly waiting for Stokes and T, I spit a little game at three
Trying to talk up on the shopping spree, or a B of that stinky green free
Straight getting, to puff puff pass
And drive up my gas hitting all the hot blocks
Bumping "Legit Ballers" to "Rock Y'all Spot"
And everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go trying to get they props
Polluting the air wit squares, blunts, and tops
Setting up shops for lots coming back nots
Each and every day of the week
The Mobsta Elites be on somebody porch dumping heat
Busting flows in the cipher getting deep
While we cheat something sweet to Legendary beats
'Til we reached our peak
Scummy aloud attracting 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
With 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 better yet the whole pack so we can get back
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feeling umm, hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feeling, mm, hmm, yeah, yeah
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feeling, mm, hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feeling, mm, hmm, yeah, yeah
One morning, I
Woke up next to a chocolate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard, I started stroking and poking
After topping, I tell them to role the blunt
'Cause on the front, I hear them niggas steady smoking and joking
I heard it's gonna be hot outside, gotta get up and lay my clothes out
It's gonna be too many hos 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 looking dope because you got a knot"
Ain't no cruising up out the hop
I'm hanging 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 cooling
Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving
Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady moving
Niggas who flipping new 98's is steady cruising
Bumping up the block flossing for the chicks 'cause they rich
But I ain't leaving off the front with the blunt
Set a switch just to pull in all the thickest bitches
At the crib, I can't get caught with 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 enjoying the breeze high degrees and no ease
Pockets be full of G's, smoking B's hiding the fees
Making no enemies the po P's yelling out "Freeze"
Serving niggas with ease, staking cheese, so nigga please
Tell me 'bout some ghetto love
Homies around smoking Newports 'til 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 lie
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feeling, mm, hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feeling, mm, hmm, yeah, yeah
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feeling, mm, hmm
On the front porch getting deeper
Ghetto love got 'em feeling, mm, hmm, yeah, yeah
I'm small
I'm small
I'm sitting on my volt
I'm smoking weed
I'm smoking weed
I'm smoking weed, yeah
ย