Rata - Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko

Rata, rata

Blocka, blocka, blocka

Ayy, fucking ratas

Kaliko, Kaliko, campos

Who got day one on the trigger, I do

Real nigga say

Who got day one on the trigger, I do

Real nigga, ayy

Why you gotta do it?

(Why?)

Why you gotta do it?

(Bitch)

Why you gotta do it?

Why you gotta spew it?

(Ayy)

Why you gotta spew it?

(I don’t know)

That’s so fucking foolish

In my book, never been a pardon

When the yapping happens, capping in your jargon

Babble yells, that’ll fail

I bet you been a tattletale since kindergarten

He’s punked, we dump the punk, debunked, no sin again

We bump P Funk, he slumps, Glee jump, so feminine

That’s why he’s a cop dressed in his block best, but a hot mess

Never do know how to talk less, so we plot stretch, when you got next?

Two in the ten, he doing again

He gonna rat on you and a friend, then you in the pen

He gonna mix it up and try to put you and the crew in the blend

He gonna tell, then the screwing begin

El capo debacle, that is what he can offer

Depend on him and then in a rut he can toss you

He claim he down, dirty, and muddy but softer

Than cotton candy, me and my buddies’ll off you

Anything go down, bro?

I don’t know, I don’t know

We just make the sound, yo

I don’t know, I don’t know

You gon' make these hounds go

Round your crown, so

One, two, one, two, three, ayy

Rata (Rata, rata)

We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka)

We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do)

Stomp you like a cucaracha

Say goodbye to your day, ayy

Koba, you’s a fucking mentirosa (Say it again, ayy)

Koba, you’s a fucking mentirosa

Yeah, he a traitor, Joe, he’s a hater, moe

Wanna get up in the mix and delay the dough

Man, I heard he nerdy but he play the role

Of a killer, iller than I spray this flow

Why you got to go and (Spread lies)

That’s when all my homies (Dead flies)

And that’s when all the evil lying ass straight divisive ice up in your (Head

dies)

What in the cup string, the cup doohickey?

Why you got to be a true sissy when you know I’m carrying a tool with me?

Everybody know that you iffy

Gonna be on your head in a cool jiffy

All I’m saying is the dude’s sickly

You believe him or not like you view Ripley, I’m gone

Gun on my waist, yeah, gun on my waist

You gotta pay 'cause you’re taking the food out my baby mouth house nigga,

watch what you say

'Cause if you cross the line (Oh yeah)

This not gon' happen one more time

Say, say goodbye to your day, yeah

Anything go down, bro?

I don’t know, I don’t know

We just make the sound, yo

I don’t know, I don’t know

You gon' make these hounds go

Round your crown, so

One, two, one, two, three, ayy

Rata (Rata, rata)

We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka)

We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do)

Stomp you like a cucaracha

Say goodbye to your day, ayy

Rata (Rata, rata)

We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka)

We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do)

Stomp you like a cucaracha

Say goodbye to your day, ayy