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

[intro/chrous: lil’ keke loco & greedy g]
what up greedy g?
what up loco?
yeah i’m just trippin’ dude. trippin’ off these young n*ggas out here dippin’
what they dippin’ on?!
on them m*th*f*ckin’ daytona’s
they on them ‘4s, them treys, them ‘1s, all the chevy’s, you what’s happenin’ ‘loc
man, they straight on di*zz*eck wit’ that sh*t man
how we gon’ do it?

gotteem front, back, side to side, yeah!
what up? how we livin’ how we livin’
gotteem front, back, side to side, yeah!
as we rollin’, and hittin’ ’em switches

[verse 1 lil’ keke loco]
dippin’, n*ggas ain’t sh*t, ’cause glock .9 milimeter, the hammer get to trippin’
givin’ a f*ck about a b*tch, quick to hit a switch, especially a 3*wheel*motion on a fool real quick
like my homie dennis johnson
flat, glass house, and ’60 like hoppin’
on the chrome daytona’s
white pint stripe with the kick on the bumper
and the homie lil’ trey, dubs and lowlows on the rag ’68
its the harlem cartel
the boy lee rat got a rida’ as well, ‘8*0
the d’s to the m*th*f*ckin’ mack, my n*ggas gold impala straight on di*zz*eck
lil’ keke loco lays the track, all my harlem homies give it up to the front & the bacc
[chorus greedy g]
gotteem front, back, side to side, yeah!
what up? how we livin’ how we livin’
gotteem front, back, side to side, yeah!
as we rollin’, and hittin’ ’em switches

gotteem front, back, side to side, yeah!
what up? how we livin’ how we livin’
gotteem front, back, side to side, yeah!
as we rollin’, and hittin’ ’em switches

[verse 2 lil’ keke loco]
peep game when i speak
black [?] front & bacc, chrome d’s on the chaddy
lil’ l*mac wit’ the h
[?] wit’ the hose and ‘dre wit’ the trey
[?], silinoid, [?], and dump
gold twistas, hoses, n’ pumps
got the m*th*f*ckin’ order, lock the upper 3 wheels, and bank right at the corner
pancake on a b*tch, wink at the hoes, and hit anotha’ switch
take a chill, and let the law pass
bu’ when they gone, lock up the ass
big keke loc have a rag ’63, blue and black, wit’ d’s on the [?]
lil’ ke’*loc, talkin’ all of that smack
cuzzz, thumbs up to the front and the bacc
[verse 3: greedy g]
greedy g ride a ’64 chevy
and the batteries keep my sh*t heavy
12 batteries to keep my sh*t hoppin
rollin’ through lynwood, watts, straight to compton
moving up motion through all up watts
praying my sh*t won’t stall or stop
lynwood [?], turns up my sounds
front of the high school, it drops to the ground
b*tches surround me, what’s up greedy g
b*tch don’t [?]
the [?] is bullet proof
because i ain’t gettin’ caught by no, snoop
and compton i heard [?]
but if you f*ckin’ with greedy g, then you f*ckin’ with satan
i forgot to mention, they got side to side
greedy g, cause i’m in my m*th*f*ckin’ lowride

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