Front Row

This is dedicated To the knucklehead Acting like he ain't feelin' it Concealing it Chin up and ice grillin' it You get a buzz from the crowd And they be killin' it They might be loving the show But ain't revealing it We give the people what they want And make them jump But fools in the front are too cool to get crunk Not a hand in the air Gotta stand and stare And never correspond with the call and respond Beyond that- They're just trying to gleam Like we said in the club Just to see or be seen If you're up in the scene And the scene is thick And you can't cooperate Then it's best to flip With ya wack ass Acting like a jack ass You're taking up space looking up in my face And you ain't got the good grace to scream out loud Take ya sorry ass Straight to the back of the crowd Cause most bros that I know Be up in the show Up in the front row Too hard to say "Hoooo!" Screw face on Like we're 'bout to go to blows Hat pulled low Too cool to go "Hooooo!" CHORUS There's always one in the front Acting like he don't know Looking at me like a ho But don' wanna say "Ho" Crowd blaze it up Wanna be thugs don't wanna raise it up Got ya- Lips tight Screw face the whole night But at the end of the show They be like "That's tight!" Yeah right You're looking at me like you wanna fight See I'm the type that'll throw down the mic Cause I'm Quite nice with adjectives and the pronouns But some clowns stare me down Like a showdown And when the love goes around You gets no pound You wouldn't put your hands up So keep your hands down Your whole damn squad is fraud Beaugard to the front to look hard It's kinda odd Wanna be a superstar But you're far from that I bet the people in the front Want you playing the back Cause most bros that I know Are too hard to "Ho" at the show anymore I don't know Guess they'd rather elbow Instead of playing the low Looking at me like a ho But don't wanna say "Hooooo!" CHORUS All out in the cut Lookin' like "Fool what?" Don't come for the shows They just come for the hoes Up in the front row Tryna profile and pose Tempers flare if you dare To step on their toes Just can't enjoy themselves Like they're supposed Can't get them open Cause they keep their minds closed Chose to remain frame froze Every week wear the same clothes Nevertheless, thinking that we're impressed By the style of the dress Coming through in his best Goose down bubble vest Strapped tight to his chest Like he's straight bulletproof Before you get a hand up You gotta pull a tooth So tell me what's the use If you pay twenty bones To see me rock the microphone And you can't get loose Won't get it on Sucka ass Shoulda just kept ya ass home Cause most bros that I know Be up in the show Up in the front row Too hard to say "Hooo!" Screw face on Like we're 'bout to go to blows Hat pulled low Too cool to say "Hoooooo!" CHORUS