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"Honey Don't Front" was written by Gamble John F; Ross Dante A; Dixon William Brewster Iii; Dajani John.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo, check it
This is how we swing this
Big kid flavor
So come on, honey, don't front

So c'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Honey, honey, don't front)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Ha hah, you know what time is it)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(C'mon, honey, don't front)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Check it)

No one's home, I'll be there in a sec
And all I keep thinkin' is wreck, wreck, wreck
Ding-dong goes the doorbell as I'm straight for the nightie
She said, "Hold on a sec", to make sure her crib was tidy

I steps in, with the Puba grin
And I say, "How ya been?', but all I'm thinkin' is skins
I said, "What's on the agenda for the night?"
She said, "HBO was boomin' and Foreman was about to fight"

Cool, I'm down to see him drop a body
So I, dim the lights and it was me and this hottie
Round one, round two and then the fight was through
And I was thinkin' all the things that I can do

I threw my arm upon her shoulder, this is what I told her
"Baby grab ahold-a I'm as solid as a boulder"
She said, "Stop it!", she tried to change the topic
I said, "C'mon, honeydip, because you know I wanna knock it"

Then she broke down in tears
And I've been waitin' for weeks, but weeks feel like years
"Puba, I thought you was a friend"
I said, "What are you sayin' hon, I gets no skin?"
I gave her some advice I put the shit on ice
And then I told her, yeah yeah

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(C'mon, honey, don't front)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(You know what time is it)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Knock it off, baby, baby, knock it off)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Huh)

See hon was a good friend, I seen her more than just a bend
(What's a bend?)
A bend is when you spread the skins
Why pretend? If honey bend, the God is in
She called me friend because she didn't want to see the Jim

Now now-now now now just wait a sec
In cases like this, the Puba usually gets wreck
But this night I settled for a little rain check
Before I left I m-m-m'd all on her neck

I like to civilize 'em first before I run up in
Educate 'em then politely speak upon the skins
I'm the type of nigga to be careful of a digger
And I still can't figure how they try to play a nigga
So, c'mon, honey, cause I know you're not a stunt
But it ain't no need for you to front

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon honey don't front
(Honey, don't front)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon honey don't front
(Ha hah, you know what I want)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

C'mon, honey, don't front
Honey, don't front
C'mon, honey, don't front
(Big kid flavor)

Sha ah, sha uh, sha ah
Sha uh, sha ah, sha uh, sha ah
Ha hah! This is how we gonna move it on yo

Give me a mic and I'll wreck shit
'Cause it takes less than a sec for me to wet shit
But I just do my shows and catch the hoes and wear my 'bauds
And hang with those who I know are not down low foes

Oh, my Lord! Climb aboard, here's the love train
Brother tried to hitch a free ride, back off shit stain
We got the lingo, hon stop look and giggle
Stud doogie drops a beat and then we watch the ass wiggle

Oh, my good! This is how it should be done
So c'mon, hon
I'm not Luther Vandross, Babyface or Freddie Jackson
That's okay 'cause I still get a piece of the action

Don't worry, honey 'cause we got things covered
The best thing I left undiscovered
We can get this 40, step to the corner and get this blunt
It ain't no need to front

C'mon, honey, don't you, don't, don't, don't
YaknowhatI'msayin? Let's get it on
Ha hah, stud doogie, doogie doogie
Yeah, Ala-ala-alamo, you know how it go
S.O.S., ha hah
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, ha hah
C'mon, c'mon
S.D. pumpin' this shit on the reel to reel

Ha hah, let's do it like this
Yeah, yeah, on the bug out, uh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Ha hah, and you don't stop
And you won't stop, and you don't stop
Baby pop, in the thing, knowhati'msayin?
Big Jeff is in the thing, youknowhati'msayin?
Ha hah, c'mon, c'mon
Time to shift

Songwriters
Gamble John F; Ross Dante A; Dixon William Brewster Iii; Dajani John

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