Hell Razah - Rowdy Rowdy Lyrics
[Intro - Hell Razah]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, Hell Razah, 2000*****in' ball already droppin'What ya gonna do now, ha?Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, get it +Rowdy Rowdy+[Chorus - Hell Razah]Is my GG'z, rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)Is the PJ's rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)Is my strip dancers gonna tip me (hell yeah!)Is the DJ's rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)Is my dropouts rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)Is my alcoholics bent wit me (hell yeah!)Is my weedheads smokin' wit me (hell yeah!)Is my war soldiers watchin' wit me (hell yeah!)Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, +Rowdy Rowdy+(3X)Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, WHAT![Hell Razah]Roll out my red carpet, insert my cartridgeI got a hunger like a hostage in KosovoRun and tell so-and-so+Bop Your Head+ to my promo'sWe went from war to guns to 4-4's, to breakin' governmental barcodesNow it's man vs. computer, 8000 CC's of brainWho fell in love wit what they can't even claimI can't maintain, and watch no blood suckers campainPraise and pain, for months, turn to teardrops of rainI stay ghetto like the 8 train, survive all this crack and cocaineAnd still alive so I can rap and complainNow we done dropped out to get creamSee school teachers turnin' the fiendsWit strip dancers comin' out they g-stringsWit nice thighs in them iceberg jeansThe projects, we the nation of kingsYou too fly, then I'mmma clip wingsSome go to work, while others in slingElders and teens, indeed smoke weed til it's dark and cloudyDon't *****in' crout me, I'm too deep, you can't count meAsk Clinton why we flippin' and be gettin rowdy[Chorus - Hell Razah]Is my out of staters wit me (hell yeah!)Is the independent women wit me (hell yeah!)Is the bar tender drinkin' wit me (hell yeah!)Is my New York niggas wit me (hell yeah!)Is my clothesline niggas wit me (hell yeah!)Is my record label niggas wit me (hell yeah!)Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, +Rowdy Rowdy+(3X)Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, WHAT![Hell Razah]We gettin' tired and sickOf racist cats like Benjamin SmithIt's time to quit and unite both the Blood and the CripAnd shake Pataki up and smack up wit whoever he witAnd start rollin' wit this chosen +Ghetto Government+ shitKick ya welfare slavery plans, hospitalsAnd ya solitudes, and chicken food, a real Sun of ManShippin' drugs to open drug programsFill my ghetto up wit cigarette's and beer cans and new spy camsWe build this land up wit our bare hands, until AmericaFold up and blow up wit our wicked Son of SamYou disrespect me and that's where they vex meWe lookin' forward to bein' Maccabeez, not tryin' to be no Joe PesciYou damn right we here to get it +Rowdy Rowdy+Go get the Daily News and tell they camera crews to go and think about me...
