Rottin Razkals - Batter Up Lyrics
1-2-3 Im up to bat (its trigger treach)1-2-3 Im up to bat (the punani don)1-2-3 Im up to bat (down with the naughty by nature)1-2-3 Im up to bat (...[treach]Feel the force of the thump funkFreak the streets, I figurePicture, payback aint a *****Its nasty nigga named triggerA tisket, a tasketPacks the ghetto bastardAll that shit sellin like hot cakes and casketsIm slick, quick, flick like a photo, Im mobileIll blast it, you get your ass bent like the bogleI wont cross the street but I mightMe lay like half the wayAnd if the groove is far for meI catch a cab to callowayThe wind blew, my buddha went to blastBut teddy was ready with his chairSo we rolled, and he pendergrassThat was some 19-naughty-7 shit, rightThe rottin raskalz throwin jam was gonna come leavin dolomiteChorus-1-2-3 Im up to bat (whos up to set it, nigga? )1-2-3 Im up to bat (whos up, its bad newz)1-2-3 Im up to bat (headache & bad newz, headache & bad newz)1-2-3 Im up to bat (real gs thats hard to deal with)[headache & bad newz]Crews try to diss and get cracked like cashewsHeres a new cruddy coalition, headache & bad newzLittle fags get the dick, my clique is too thickIm livin fine, with my nine on my mother*****in hipLittle cities get mashed out, boy, dont ever tryDown the hill is where I chill, representin double iRaw clique, load up the nine and ***** the chamber backMacs get jacked by this rough rugged maniacMy rhymes are brand made, nigga, and never artificialSuckers battle an I get in they ass like toilet tissueHit the deck, double I is on a killin spreeIf you aint naughty you cant see me on the m-i-cNiggas get wrecked when they step in my sectionAlways wreckin reckless, so you better wear protectionChorus-1-2-3 Im up to bat (whos up..)1-2-3 Im up to bat (Im livin for double I)1-2-3 Im up to bat (love child is on deck)1-2-3 Im up to bat (so check it, this is the road dawgs)[member of road dawgs]Nigga what?You want the most notorious kickin cali killaLike ice-t Im recklessCheck this, when I be flexin with the correctnessHuh, me and the double iI got deep down on your femaleIm gonna scoop her rightIma supa fly, that stay faithfulI bet you mother*****er catch a nickel plate, foolMy people sing for me to rock thisIf you riff you be a myth like that lake about the loch nessShit!I got a tight stitchI thank the hood, I all like this to put a hit out on the first white *****A small illustration, similar to a photoSo you can see, just how it beSince you dont know thoughChorus-1-2-3 Im up to bat (trigger slash)1-2-3 Im up to bat (whos up, its automatic)1-2-3 Im up to bat (its the steel click)1-2-3 Im up to bat (wreckin the the steel, wreckin with the steel)[trigger slash of steel handlers]Pass me a ? ? ? ? ? louisville sluggerSo I can get busy and blow a fuse in this mother*****erTrigger slash bringin wreck to the shitWith my nigga automatic, comin straight from the steel cliqueYou know what comes to show when I rip it rawThese illtown ruffnecks, yeah, we got nuff props[automatic of steel handlers]Lucky, lucky whos up nextIts the man bringin mad wreck? ? ? down my mossie, you know the comps no threatThe lunatic is deuceTheres no use, you cant competeCheck and push up if you wanna youll be layin in the streetIm fed the ***** up, bustin off until my clips doneYoure straight up dead wrong by thinkin you wont catch oneChorus-1-2-3 Im up to bat (whos up, its dies)1-2-3 Im up to bat (representin rottin razkals)1-2-3 Im up to bat (and it be rottin to the core)1-2-3 Im up to bat (the d-i-e-s-e-l to the extreme)[diesel]Thats my word, you get served, doc, but as an adverbKeep bustin it and get you lip kicked to the curbIts bad bandit, nigga, you just hand it to meA whigger makin you, wont have a chance to gIt seems to me, in this life span, no one manCould hold me back(a-yo, whats *****in with that? )Im skimpy like the blunt of a three-dollar bagYou fag, I leave you bloody like a pat on a ragIt dont matter, skippin steps on the ladder to the topWhen I rock, blow up the spot like an explosive speed knotMy limits has no bordersRunnin like ricky waters***** authority, boy, we not takin ordersChorus-1-2-3 Im up to bat (fam has assembled)1-2-3 Im up to bat (..1-2-3 Im up to bat (the name still stands as fam)1-2-3 Im up to bat (representin rottin razkals)[fam]No styles gets phatness, just like class, you assPull up a hole, you talk so much shitYour nation be comoleSo ima flush you like some tiny bowlStep to the side and then witness a mighty roleIve been rolled in a new form of hip hopRip shop, reality rap stays on topI knock your brain, to a-nother domainIts simple and plainYou cant tame the insaneLet me reframe, or should I just tell you my damn nameLike window its pain for any nigga comin lameChorus-1-2-3 Im up to bat1-2-3 Im up to bat1-2-3 Im up to bat1-2-3 Im up to bat, so pitch me, mc
