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Tytuł: Klickow klickow

  • Wykonawca: Naughty By Nature
  • Wy¶wietleń: 224

  
   feat. Cruddy Click Rottin' Razkals Road Dawgs
  
  Intro:
  118 Cruddy Click Naughty By Nature the Rottin' Razkals the Road Dawgs
  
  1 2 3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill
  And knock his ass into left field
  I'm still a body bruisin' master
  Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya
  Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it
  5 6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said
  Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head
  Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler
  A star spangler boogie banger
  
  Rottin' Razklas
  118 on the scene I'm representin'
  And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'
  And kickin'' in nigga take a step back
  It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap
  If ya don't wanna brawl jack
  Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full
  Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull
  I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind
  When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find
  
  No he didn't but I'll you
  
  Hook:
  I tell you what good with deez some and the how
  Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)
  
  Right out the alleys of Cali
  Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one
  Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood
  
  Watch us bring wreck quick
  Road Dawgs the next kick
  Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip
  
  235 thick
  Ingelwood Illtown click
  
  Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix
  
  Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues
  
  Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools
  And slaying crews
  
  Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle
  
  In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle
  
  Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty
  Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me
  
  Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb
  Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya
  It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow
  Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow
  
  Treach:
  Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines
  So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines
  Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks
  So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles
  Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox
  Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way
  Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey
  Three letters describing that ass here's a clue
  S-C-K the only thing missing is you
  Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton
  Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums
  Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap
  Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap
  A black alley cats can catch my back
  And to that and these scrap
  Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks
  Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back
  You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends
  But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims
  That's how it go that's how we roll pow!
  Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow
  
  Hook
  
  Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision
  Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'
  Keep my material similar to a serial killer
  Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller
  
  Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter
  pat
  Pats to better brat packs
  I'm airing shit out like DAT
  Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings
  Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven
  
  Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop
  Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not
  Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk
  It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault
  I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit
  Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT
  To your advantage if you could manage the damage
  I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded
  
  Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards
  Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse
  On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary
  That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry
  Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'
  From the beatin' ya seekin'
  Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'
  
  On time for too much tough talk
  Nigga walk and keep walking
  Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking
  
  I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late
  Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state
  
  Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag
  Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag
  
  Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds
  A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown
  
  This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on
  With more thong then Janet with her panties on
  Ya best to get it out the way boy
  The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow
  
  Hook