Rottin Razkals - A-yo Lyrics
[*****]Even though we love youYou know we dont have that much timeTo really, really, really ***** with you(x2)***** with yoouuu[fam]I be cuttin the ***** up and downSide to side, all aroundAll the time, often now (with a raw sound)Whos the man, damn, fam can jamRush, rumble, ram, slamAnd kickin tall cans[diesel]Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses!Im next up to flex, mic checks to address thisFeelin, feelinI got a feelinAdrenaline, got me tremblinI got the styleCant hold it back cos Im too damn wild[fam]Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flowHell yeah - yknowSame brotha, scarface, braided afroOutlaw, rottin raskal[diesel]Guess who, the hooligan you hate to seeYesterday was in your face, but now Im in your tvThe same nigga from da bricksFightin clicks for kicksI dont care; I really dont give a damnSmack yo up and pass you to my swingin fam[fam]Poof, now be gone (ok)Cos this is how we play every rottin single holidayChorus-A-yo, here we go, here we goYes, yes yall, 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, noYou claim to be schizophrenicBut practically panicWhen me and my clique roll tight and thickLike the titanicThey should have it bannedGhetto pass revoked, stands brandedMy choke, you couldnt manageThe yolk do too much damage[diesel]Pop goes the dieselNo, never that, dont try and dirty-macYou rodent, you river ratRaps counter-react, they counter-attack? ? ? youre a tat for tat thats wack? ? ?And it bees like that, blackFeel the vibe, feel the beatGivin props to krs-1 for stayin true to the ghetto streetsChorus-x2[fam]Here I come, with nothing ever so harderNiggaz in every hood, welcome my style back like carterHuh, two times for the hoesMay I exposed to thoseMy mack daddy ride flows(flow on then, nigga, hey, dont let me stop ya)Get in my way an Ill stop, drop and mop yaLike that, ooooh, what ya gonna do now?Niggaz runnin and duckin, theres a riot goin downBut aint nothing new to my clique or my townI tell you Im good with these klickow-klickow[diesel]You have run an over turnWhen my lyrics start to burnLike the chronic in the bluntAnd you cant front on the skunkThats kickin in like jail toesWho knows what the ***** goes onYoure tryin play me, youre dead wrongSo all you silly slippin slouchesI be flippin on yaPop the lip, I have my fist steady stickin on yaI mean, man, Im like amazingAnd you know aint no fazingThis double I bunch been rippin and raginChorus-x4[fam]118 - ha!235 in the click115, youknowmsayin?I got my road dawgs, my cruddy clickNaughty with the by with the natureYouknowmsayin?Niggas cant ***** aroundDont know why they act like they canHa-ha-haYeahInglewood/illtownDouble iDouble iDouble iDont even tryDouble i(hey.. hey.. yoRottin razkals in this, nigga)My cruddy clickMy road dawgsNaughty with the by to the natureAnd we out, but we dont hate ya
