Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone A-Yo, artista - Rottin Razkals. Data di rilascio: 13.03.1994
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
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 |