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!"



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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!"



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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!"



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