Текст (слова) песни: Rottin Raskalz - Rottin to Da Core

 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (It`s Trigger Treach) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (The Punani Don) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Down with the Naughty By Nature) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (... 
 
[Treach] 
Feel the force of the thump funk 
Freak the streets, I figure 
Picture, payback ain`t a bitch 
It`s nasty nigga named Trigger 
A tisket, a tasket 
Packs the ghetto bastard 
All that shit sellin` like hot cakes and caskets 
I`m slick, quick, flick like a photo, I`m mobile 
I`ll blast it, you get your ass bent like the bogle 
I won`t cross the street but I might 
Me lay like half the way 
And if the groove is far for me 
I catch a cab to Calloway 
The wind blew, my Buddha went to blast 
But Teddy was ready with his chair 
So we rolled, and he Pendergrass 
That was some 19-Naughty-7 shit, right 
The Rottin Raskalz` throwin jam was gonna come leavin` Dolomite 
 
Chorus- 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up to set it, nigga?) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up, it`s Bad Newz) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Headache & Bad Newz, Headache & Bad Newz) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Real G`s that`s hard to deal with) 
 
[Headache & Bad Newz] 
Crews try to diss and get cracked like cashews 
Here`s a new Cruddy coalition, Headache & Bad Newz 
Little fags get the dick, my clique is too thick 
I`m livin` fine, with my nine on my motherfuckin` hip 
Little cities get mashed out, boy, don`t ever try 
Down the hill is where I chill, representin` Double I 
Raw clique, load up the nine and cock the chamber back 
Macs get jacked by this rough rugged maniac 
My rhymes are brand made, nigga, and never artificial 
Suckers battle an` I get in they ass like toilet tissue 
Hit the deck, Double I is on a killin spree 
If you ain`t naughty you can`t see me on the M-I-C 
Niggas get wrecked when they step in my section 
Always wreckin` reckless, so you better wear protection 
 
Chorus- 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up..) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (I`m livin for Double I) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Love Child is on deck) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (So check it, this is the Road Dawgs) 
 
[member of Road Dawgs] 
Nigga what? 
You want the most notorious kickin` Cali` killa 
Like Ice-T I`m reckless 
Check this, when I be flexin with the correctness 
Huh, me and the Double I 
I got deep down on your female 
I`m gonna scoop her right 
I`ma supa fly, that stay faithful 
I bet you motherfucker catch a nickel plate, fool 
My people sing for me to rock this 
If you riff you be a myth like that lake about the Loch Ness 
Shit! 
I got a tight stitch 
I thank the hood, I all like this to put a hit out on the first white bitch 
A small illustration, similar to a photo 
So you can see, just how it be 
Since you don`t know though 
 
Chorus- 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Trigger Slash) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up, it`s Automatic) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (It`s the Steel click) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Wreckin the the Steel, wreckin with the Steel) 
 
[Trigger Slash of Steel Handlers] 
Pass me a ????? Louisville slugger 
So I can get busy and blow a fuse in this motherfucker 
Trigger Slash bringin wreck to the shit 
With my nigga Automatic, comin` straight from the Steel clique 
You know what comes to show when I rip it raw 
These Illtown ruffnecks, yeah, we got nuff props 
 
[Automatic of Steel Handlers] 
Lucky, lucky who`s up next 
It`s the man bringin` mad wreck 
??? down my mossie, you know the comp`s no threat 
The lunatic is deuce 
There`s no use, you can`t compete 
Check and push up if you wanna you`ll be layin` in the street 
I`m fed the fuck up, bustin off until my clip`s done 
You`re straight up dead wrong by thinkin` you won`t catch one 
 
Chorus- 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up, it`s Dies`) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (And it be rottin to the core) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (The D-i-e-s-e-l to the extreme) 
 
[Diesel] 
That`s my word, you get served, doc, but as an adverb 
Keep bustin` it and get you lip kicked to the curb 
It`s bad bandit, nigga, you just hand it to me 
A whigger makin` you, won`t have a chance to G 
It seems to me, in this life span, no one man 
Could hold me back 
(A-yo, what`s fuckin` with that?) 
I`m skimpy like the blunt of a three-dollar bag 
You fag, I leave you bloody like a pat on a rag 
It don`t matter, skippin steps on the ladder to the top 
When I rock, blow up the spot like an explosive speed knot 
My limits has no borders 
Runnin like Ricky Waters 
Fuck authority, boy, we not takin orders 
 
Chorus- 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Fam has assembled) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (.. 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (The name still stands as Fam) 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals) 
 
[Fam] 
No styles gets phatness, just like class, you ass 
Pull up a hole, you talk so much shit 
Your nation be comole 
So I`ma flush you like some Tiny Bowl 
Step to the side and then witness a mighty role 
I`ve been rolled in a new form of hip hop 
Rip shop, reality rap stays on top 
I knock your brain, to a-nother domain 
It`s simple and plain 
You can`t tame the insane 
Let me reframe, or should I just tell you my damn name 
Like window it`s pain for any nigga comin lame 
 
Chorus- 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat 
1-2-3 I`m up to bat, so pitch me, MC
 

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