Twista feat. The Speedknot Mobstaz. . [Danny Boy]. On the porch on the porch. Smokin reefa. Hmmm yeah. [Liffy Stokes]. I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews. Wit a hang over from blues. Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz. From this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed. I had me so high my brain was fried movin at slow speed. This thick bitch chose me and was stickin like liquor. She look to tight that bodies right my heart and mind was like "Dick her". But wit my body aching from hurl sensation that's got me shaken. I swiftly took the number and passed on ass that was for the taken. I remember wakin up at the flat fucked up in the back. Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat. I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smoking. Twista's wishes thinking about last night and the bitch that was scopin. Fuck it lets get 'em on I grabbed the phone "Girl call your friends". Then I hit Twista and Maze and them bout the bitch in the Benz. Nigga push only cause I see them already been in the block. You know the lit niggas you'll find us in my favorite spot. And that's on. [Chorus 2x]. The front porch smoking reefa. The weed got 'em feelin umm hmm. On the front porch getting deeper. Ghetto love got 'em feelin umm hmm yeah yeah. [Maze]. In the summer I hit the front porch wit a morning B. Sippin on the duce duce OZ. And I be killin me how many thick fees I see. Getting bubbly waitin for Stokes and T I spit a little game at three. Tryin to talk up on the shoppin spree. Or a B of that stinky green free. Straight getting to puff puff pass. and drive up my gas hittin all the hot blocks. Bumpin "Legit Ballers" to "Rock Y'all Spot". Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop. See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin to get they props. Pollutin the air wit squares blunts and tops. Settin up shops for lots comin back nots. Each and everyday of the week. the Mobsta Elites be on somebody porch dumpin heat. Bustin flows in the cipher getting deep. While we cheat something sweet to Legendary beats. 'Till we reached our peak. Scummy aloud attractin crowds to the street. Then it's time to retreat grab something to eat. And head to the late front to get up wit some freaks. Wit a treat under the seat. For the cats who get the sudden urge and wanna try to jack. Cause when your pockets is fat. It seems like all the haters and hood-rats want to attack. And when the park close we hit the liquor store. for a box of Sitches and a fifth of Yak. South on the corner and get a few sacks. Or betta yet the whole pack so we can get back. On the. [Chorus]. [Twista]. One morning I. Woke up next to a choclate fee and a red bone. My dick was hard I started stroking and poking. After toppin I tell them to role the blunt. Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smoking and jokin. I heard it's gonna be hot outside gotta get up and lay my clothes out. It's gonna be too many hoes out. Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house. Then I threw my fit on look in the mirror get on gone. "Nigga you looking dope because you got a knot". Ain't no cruising up out the hop. I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop. But it's all to good it's a hood thang. Never too bogus notice the love on the block that nigga coolin. Aiming the radio out the window steady grooving. Tip by the corner store wit the indo steady movin. Niggas who flippin new 98's is steady cruising. Bumpin up the block flossin for the chicks cause they rich. But I ain't leavin off the front with the blunt. Set a switch just to pull in all the thickest btiches. At the crib I can't get caught wit heat. If it's some static I shall chalk and sweep. I go and get the B's up off but chief. "Come get me if the phone for me I'm at the party across the street". I'm enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease. Pockets be full of G's smoking B's hiding the fees. Making no enemies the po P's yellin out "Freeze". Serving niggas wit ease staking cheese so nigga please. Tell me 'bout some ghetto love. Homies around smoking Newports 'till the brew drunk short. You can travel the world can't find a place like home. With a crib on the front with a skunk torch. Ain't nothing lie