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lirik lagu n.o.t.s. (rap) - another front & bacc

[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 ass drop, n~gga, let me spit it from the top
bring your mothaf~ckin’ model 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 that ass up, loc, and watch the hoe start hawkin’
on a mothaf~ckin’ locsta’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 a ’68 chevy lookin’ fly when it’s turtle walkin’
you can’t f~ck with a ’80 something coupe
hard top euro caddy with the moon in the roof
here’s to the truest blue keep posted on a fat track
cuz, give it up for the set, front and back
[chorus x2]
get up
get on down
got front, back, and side to side

[verse 2: hollywood]
mr. hollywood n~gga dippin’ on them thangs
keep dirt, vamp ace, h~bone we hang tight
so ain’t no slippin’ or trippin’ on mine
bump the keep with the phantom as i stash the 9
for all the jackers and b~tches, i’m pancakin’ and hoppin’ fast
see~sawin’ and i’m droppin’ ass
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
sellin’ 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 signless
and bust 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 ragged~ass rida?
have you waitin’ like a hook for the tow truck driver
plus the raps gon’ clown you and sh~t
don’t sell to the ‘shaw if the sh~t don’t hit
like the locs flyin’ 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’
train hook rag ’68
one guppy gold goose, maniac with the trey
harlem with the blue ’63
chino got a 6, poke you with the a3 caddy
boy~[?] with the green ’62
lil’ bin got them fried in with the seven turquoise blue
ricc rocc and black air got b~lls
big dean with the black house 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 the switch
see~saw three wheelin’ with the hot ass lips
got the tires kinda drippin’ off the pavement
hoppin’ with the force gettin’ sawed off ’em all gold daytons
cleanin’ ass coupe make the zozo sharp
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 rag don’t stall
15 subwoofers from the false gate amps
got funk 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
love stoppin’ at a dead light ’cause hoes be jockin’
pancake, side to side, front to back and start to hoppin’
now i’m three wheelin’, flossin’ and crownin’
while these jealous ass n~ggas mad d~gg~n’ and frownin’
they can trip and watch a n~gga start to dumpin’
[hey, man, you better tell it in the coupe or somethin’]
man, this sh~t hotter than fish grease
[nah]
front and back

[outro]
you better ask somebody

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