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n.o.t.s. (rap) - another front & bacc (clean) lyrics

[intro]
get up
get on down
gotta get up [x3]
get on down [x2]
got front, back, and side to side
get up
get on down
got front, back, and side to side

[verse 1: lil’ keke loco]
let the real ends drop, loc, let me spit it from the top
bring your true stuck rider to the crenshaw spot
so you can get clowned on the true blue tip
push your gold dayton rides on the crenshaw strip
fools on the strip c flossin’
lock the rear up, loc, and watch the trick start hawkin’
on a loc’ed out g’sta’s jock
’cause everybody wanna see ya make yo’ lo+lo hop
and you know all ridas ain’t the same
rag top euro cut on them all gold thangs
’64 impala good for hoppin’
where the ’68 chevy lookin’ fly when it’s turtle walkin’
you can’t screw with a ’80 somethin’ coupe
hard top euro caddy with the moon in the roof
here’s the truest blue key flossed on a fat track
cuz, give it up to the set, front and back
[chorus x2]
get up
get on down
got front, back, and side to side

[verse 2: hollywood]
mr. hollywood looks flowin’ on gold wings
keep dirt, pimp ace, h+bone, we kick sh+t tight
so ain’t no slippin’ or trippin’ on mine
’64 rag as i stash a 9
for all the jackers and tricks, i’m pancakin’ and hoppin’ fast
see+sawin’ as i’m droppin’ past
gold trimmin’ 100 spokes, gold whips, yeah, the eagles
on a glass house four coupe roll or regal
interior flushed, as i’m flossin’ the humps
still the noise pumps a gang of batteries and dust
malibus, cutlasses, monte carlo
ss, yeah, it was worth the chevy imports
it’s cars up individuals, compton’s finest
watts for life, east coast, all the ridas no sign this
i’m bouncin’ with the gin and bud sack
mafia for life, paramount gundry blocc crip, front and back

[chorus x2]
get up
get on down
got front, back, and side to side
[verse 3: lil’ keke loco]
man, don’t you have your own towed back rida?
have you waitin’ like a hook for the tow truck driver
plus the raps gon’ clown yo’ sh+t
don’t you sell to the ‘shaw if yo’ ride don’t hit
like the locs flyin’ guy up out the plaques
true blue ’63 is the homeboy d+macc
and the homie young l got a lotta harlem
ride with the house, miss crissy with the green fo’
trey with the rag ’68
juan got the gold goose, maniac with the trey
clover with the blue ’63
chino got a 6, poke you with the a3 caddy
boy bump the green ’62
lil’ bin with the five, dean with the seven turquoise blue
ricc rocc and blacc air got b+lls
big dean with the black house that’s trimmed on all gold
it’s a gang, all my homies got ridas
just a little somethin’ from the harlem’s finest
got the gun, keke loco on a switch
see+saw three wheelin’ with the hot ass lips
got the tires and i’m trippin’ up the pavement
hoppin’ with the force gettin’ sown off them all gold daytons
clean ass coupe makin’ these tricks all shout
it’s like that y’all, two thumbs and i’m out
[chorus x2]
get up
get on down
got front, back, and side to side

[verse 4: phunke chile]
come and take a ride in my coupe on thangs
it’s the mr. phunke chile with all the gold live ranks
in the money green euro, i’mma hop and crawl
keepin’ everything tight so the ‘lac don’t stall
piledriver, 15 talkin’ kin? with amps
got rump in the trunk for all the rats and yams
h+bone and big keke gettin’ stuck off loop
hope i don’t catch another dui in the coupe
light it up at a dead light ’cause rats c jockin’
pancake, side to side, front to back and start to hoppin’
hit the three wheelin’, it’s time to clown
keepin’ mark bustas hot ’cause we puttin’ down
they can trip and watch a loc cap to hail it
[man, i’m tearin’ these bustas out here like scanners]
man, just check yourself a lot like?
[nah]
front and back

[outro]
you better ask somebody

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