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Song title: Rottin Razkals - A-yo

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[bitch]
Even though we love you
You know we dont have that much time
To really, really, really fuck with you
(x2)
Fuck with yoouuu

[fam]
I be cuttin the fuck up and down
Side to side, all around
All the time, often now (with a raw sound)
Whos the man, damn, fam can jam
Rush, rumble, ram, slam
And kickin tall cans

[diesel]
Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses!
Im next up to flex, mic checks to address this
Feelin, feelin
I got a feelin
Adrenaline, got me tremblin
I got the style
Cant hold it back cos Im too damn wild

[fam]
Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow
Hell yeah - yknow
Same brotha, scarface, braided afro
Outlaw, rottin raskal

[diesel]
Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see
Yesterday was in your face, but now Im in your tv
The same nigga from da bricks
Fightin clicks for kicks
I dont care; I really dont give a damn
Smack yo up and pass you to my swingin fam

[fam]
Poof, now be gone (ok)
Cos this is how we play every rottin single holiday

Chorus-
A-yo, here we go, here we go
Yes, 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, 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 couldnt manage
The yolk do too much damage

[diesel]
Pop goes the diesel
No, never that, dont try and dirty-mac
You rodent, you river rat
Raps counter-react, they counter-attack
? ? ? youre a tat for tat thats wack? ? ?
And it bees like that, black
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
Givin props to krs-1 for stayin true to the ghetto streets

Chorus-x2

[fam]
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, dont let me stop ya)
Get in my way an Ill stop, drop and mop ya
Like that, ooooh, what ya gonna do now?
Niggaz runnin and duckin, theres a riot goin down
But aint nothing new to my clique or my town
I tell you Im good with these klickow-klickow

[diesel]
You have run an over turn
When my lyrics start to burn
Like the chronic in the blunt
And you cant front on the skunk
Thats kickin in like jail toes
Who knows what the fuck goes on
Youre tryin play me, youre 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, Im like amazing
And you know aint no fazing
This double I bunch been rippin and ragin

Chorus-x4

[fam]
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 cant fuck around
Dont know why they act like they can
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Inglewood/illtown
Double i
Double i
Double i
Dont 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 dont hate ya