Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни A-Yo, исполнителя - Rottin Razkals.
Дата выпуска: 13.03.1994
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
A-Yo |
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 |