Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

It's hard to say it Time to say it Good bye, good bye Every memory of lookin' out the back door I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor Every memory of walkin' out the front door I found the photo of the person I was lookin' for Look at

Caught up in this fucking rat trap (666) First the front then the backstab Keep trying to fuck me Now look you make me change to be ugly Me, I tell it like it is Mamma said baby you should never tell a fib Used to think you the fucking shit Not a friend,

Alright alright, all day all night I'm just tryna move up front They tell me I was born to lose But I made a good good thing out of bad bad news Let me slip through (let me slip through) Why you tryna hold me back? (I ain't) Lil more of this, lil less of

We'll make a memory out of it It's gotta get easier and easier somehow 'Cause I'm falling, I'm falling I don't wanna wait for that There she goes in front of me Don't look on, take me back again We finally fall apart and we break each other's hearts If

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

Back, back, back, back it up (I wanna) Back it up and do it again Ba dlu dla dlun dloday You know zactly what I came here for From the middle to the top to the end Back to the middle to the front to the end Za dlu dla dlun dloday Everybody ba dlun dloday

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl