Behind The Front lyrics

Hook:
I love you love, but I'm thinkin' 'bout leaving
So far you treated me so bad
I love you love, but I'm thinkin' 'bout leaving
So far you treated me so bad
I call my baby to tell her I'm on my way
Call her 'til I pass we going out today
It was a beautiful Sunday
I had plans on going to watchin the matinee
But as soon as I step to the door

You gotta keep it on the positive
Na, na, na...
Nowadays it's hard to make a livin but easy to make a killin 'cause
People walk around one just one itchy feelin
I feel nauseated from your evil drug dealin, bless feelin
The definition of top billin
It's ill the my vocabulary
Diggin your life style scary
No wonder why you carry a two, to retaliate
Tryin to annihilate

Intro/Conversation:
Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin and stuff...
They on some old Las Vegas bullshit
They move too much, man
I can't take them fools seriously
I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas
They ain't shootin nobody (Shootin nobody)
They ain't talkin about clothes
You know what I'm saying?

I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got dikes leaving stores
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left them breathless now they're waiting to exhale
Waiting to exhale with some competition
So come in and test well
The next one gets hung and chip of a chisel
I'm making chicks' nipples sizzle
There's no question to the way I rip the riddle

Watch me(fallin up)
Watch me(fallin up)
Watch me(fallin up high)
Watch me
Focus on this the introductionist,
Or a lyrisist in this rap metropolis,
More like an activist,
We give it to you all,
Presentation we'll make you have a ball,
Styles start consiveing causeing you to meditate,
Manipulate the mind with hypnotic modern state,
We far from the fakes,
We never fake moves,

We be fallin up like growin
Niggas don't be knowin our styles we be showin
Extraterrestrial complete show em
Sure, shoney men bring on the spear flow em
Up in the air, into their athmosphere
Let em know we tooken some shit right here
There's no way of knowing where we going from here
But we're prepared to enter war they declare
Motion to motion, we be like ghostin

Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
CHORUS That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again (3x)
[Will I Am]
I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move
It gots the feelin' that makes me wanna do my do
Got me feelin' joy, turn my grey sky blue
And when you hear a cut baby doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some

There's electricity in here
With enough watts to shock the southern hemisphere
I put a surge in your city with my lyrics in the air
Shock hazardous, take caution and beware
Of high bolts and killer hertz, lyrics will kill, they hurt
Blast those, my energy's converted to a rhyme
I maximize in no time
Electrify the sky and go way be over now, uh
Just an MC, I'm not your average MC

BEP, I know you feel it, huh (4x)
Oh my goodness, I know you feel the vibration
Across the globe no matter your location
Ain't no difficulty or complication
Just as long my niggas in the celebration
Celebrated the musical liberation
The Peas then demonstrated the demonstration
And you will feel the flush of relaxation
I'ma wax these and then get heavy rotation

Uh, hmm
Hurry up a bit
Yeah, yeah
Chorus (3x):
I like the way you do it, when you do it
When you doin, what you doin
Check this out right here, son
We about to move to make you feel some
A lot of positive vibrations to build from
'Cause all I wanna do is lose some and win some
Have a little of prosperity and then some
Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x)
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (4x)
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x)
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (2x)
Yo, this is the way it's goin down
We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound

Yeah, yeah
Check it out, y'all
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon

It's too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah

Check it out now
Uh, check it out now (6x)
Chorus (2x):
Everyday and all night
I dream of holding you tight
Crazy as I may seem
You're all that I ever need, babe
I gotta make you mine, you're someone I wanna own
I wanna be the one you call when you feelin alone
I'm gonna make it easy for you to unedrstand
You can be the infamous woman

Yeah, yeah
Watch out
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
Ain't no running from
Karma, and no running
[Repeat]
I'm the caboose of the wrong doings you produce
The wild tail of the tornado running loose
You type the news, I kick the chair
I'm the cinai that snatch your life while you gasp for air
The echo of the "Fuck you" that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones

Chorus:
Children, groovin, women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand
Everyone's got to make a livin
Children, groovin, women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand
Everyone's got to make a livin
Nineteen-ninety-two and, you and I were fightin
LAPD beatings got the whole world frontin
My man Rodney King and the Reginald ?Deeney?

An introduction to a rapid ray
Will explode like grenade
Check the medical aid
'Cause the way that we parade the fade
Any MC that claims that they can be
Tend the mic when we strike precisely
We freak the level with the funk from the inner
Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a
Flock a rhyme that rock you off an ass
Powerful, power flows that'll leave your soul paralyzed