Текст (слова) песни: Rottin Raskalz - A-Yo

 
[Bitch] 
Even though we love you 
You know we don`t have that much time 
To really, really, really fuck with you 
(X2) 
Fuck with yoouuu 
 
[Fam] 
I be cuttin` the fuck up and down 
Side to side, all around 
All the time, often now (with a raw sound) 
Who`s the man, damn, Fam can jam 
Rush, rumble, ram, slam 
And kickin` tall cans 
 
[Diesel] 
Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses! 
I`m next up to flex, mic checks to address this 
Feelin, feelin 
I got a feelin 
Adrenaline, got me tremblin 
I got the style 
Can`t hold it back cos I`m too damn wild 
 
[Fam] 
Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow 
Hell yeah - y`know 
Same brotha, scarface, braided afro 
Outlaw, Rottin Raskal 
 
[Diesel] 
Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see 
Yesterday was in your face, but now I`m in your TV 
The same nigga from Da Bricks 
Fightin clicks for kicks 
I don`t care; I really don`t give a damn 
Smack yo` up and pass you to my swingin Fam 
 
[Fam] 
Poof, now be gone (OK) 
Cos this is how we play every rottin` single holiday 
 
Chorus- 
A-yo, here we go, here we go 
Yes, yes y`all, here we go, here we go 
(X2) 
 
[Fam] 
A-yo, a-yo, is it so, is it so? 
Please tell me no, oh no, no, oh no, no 
You claim to be schizophrenic 
But practically panic 
When me and my clique roll tight and thick 
Like the Titanic 
They should have it banned 
Ghetto pass revoked, stands branded 
My choke, you couldn`t manage 
The yolk do too much damage 
 
[Diesel] 
Pop goes the Diesel 
No, never that, don`t try and dirty-mac 
You rodent, you river rat 
Raps counter-react, they counter-attack 
???You`re a tat for tat that`s wack??? 
And it bee`s like that, black 
Feel the vibe, feel the beat 
Givin props to KRS-1 for stayin true to the ghetto streets 
 
Chorus-X2 
 
[Fam] 
Here I come, with nothing ever so harder 
Niggaz in every hood, welcome my style back like Carter 
Huh, two times for the hoes 
May I exposed to those 
My mack daddy ride flows 
(Flow on then, nigga, hey, don`t let me stop ya) 
Get in my way an` I`ll stop, drop and mop ya 
Like that, ooooh, what ya gonna do now? 
Niggaz runnin and duckin, there`s a riot goin down 
But ain`t nothing new to my clique or my town 
I tell you I`m good with these klickow-klickow 
 
[Diesel] 
You have run an over turn 
When my lyrics start to burn 
Like the Chronic in the blunt 
And you can`t front on the skunk 
That`s kickin in like jail toes 
Who knows what the fuck goes on 
You`re tryin play me, you`re dead wrong 
So all you silly slippin slouches 
I be flippin on ya 
Pop the lip, I have my fist steady stickin on ya 
I mean, man, I`m like amazing 
And you know ain`t no fazing 
This Double I bunch been rippin and ragin 
 
Chorus-X4 
 
[Fam] 
118 - ha! 
235 in the click 
115, youknowmsayin? 
I got my Road Dawgs, my Cruddy Click 
Naughty with the By with the Nature 
Youknowmsayin? 
Niggas can`t fuck around 
Don`t know why they act like they can 
Ha-ha-ha 
Yeah 
Inglewood/Illtown 
Double I 
Double I 
Double I 
Don`t even try 
Double I 
 
(Hey.. hey.. yo 
Rottin Razkals in this, nigga) 
My Cruddy Click 
My Road Dawgs 
Naughty with the By to the Nature 
And we out, but we don`t hate ya
 

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