Lyrics:

"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side" - repeated throughout

(Mannie Fresh:)
Ladies gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!

(T.I. talkin':)
T.I.P. aye!
I know alot of y'all niggas out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring you... some gangsta shit of catastrophic proportions
All the UGK alumni like myself know what this is man.
Hey Bun! Pimp C nigga!

(T.I.:)
I gotta '66 Impala so fresh
White top, burnt drop wit' the choppers on deck
It was off, Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the checker red leather I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just to get my roll on
One of Jeezy's songs on, make them bitches get low
I get that ass raised up, like Dr. Dre 6'4
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If I show up in yo' hood, I bet you niggas won't trip
Once I empty out this clip, I bet you niggas gon' dip
Or get hit up in yo'...

"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
Never let hoe ass niggas ride!
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
we never let hoe ass niggas ride!

(Bun B:)
It's the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I. essence of fo's
Pirellis blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm A Player, you can tell by how I choose my hoes
When it gets to swangin' on the curb, you might lose your toes
Dedicated to the slab, the dunks, the drops
The candy painted cars wit' the chopped off tops
Now put your diamonds up against the wood wheel
Lean back or throw your leather, chunk a deuce show your grill
Keep it trill, this the south baby, Texas GA
T.I. reppin' for Bankhead, I'm reppin' for P.A. (for P.A.)
Now pop your trunk, get it crunk, it's time to ride
Show them boys you got that Front Back side to side baby.

"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
Never let hoe ass niggas ride!
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
we never let hoe ass niggas ride!

(Pimp C:)
I'm switchin' lane to lane, leanin' on the switch
Sippin' on the barre, smokin' green hittin' licks
Bumpin' Too $hort baby, in the candy red whips
Drop the top pimp the lot watch the trunk do tricks
Pimp C, I keep my money on my mind
Keep a hooker on the track keep a swisher full of pine
If you'know like I know, you wouldn't try it
Wanna jack me for my candy car, you must wanna die
But I don't really wanna hit you wit' this hot thing
I just wanna get some brain in the turnin' lane
Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo'
Bangin' on the screw keep the pistol right here in the do' (echoes)

"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
Never let hoe ass niggas ride!
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
we never let hoe ass niggas ride!

"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"
"Back, Front Back, Fr-Front Back, Fr-Front Back, side to side"