A-Yo - Rottin Razkals

Even though we love you

You know we don’t have that much time

To really, really, really fuck with you

Fuck with yoouuu

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

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

Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow

Hell yeah — y’know

Same brotha, scarface, braided afro

Outlaw, rottin raskal

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

Poof, now be gone (ok)

Cos this is how we play every rottin’single holiday

A-yo, here we go, here we go Yes, yes y’all, here we go, here we go 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

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

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

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

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