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Rottin Raskalz

Rottin to Da Core

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Текст песни Rottin Raskalz - Rottin to Da Core

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Typed by: kevingauden@btinternet.com, jostmatt@bluewin.ch1-2-3 I`m up to bat (It`s Trigger Treach)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (The Punani Don)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Down with the Naughty By Nature)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (...[Treach]Feel the force of the thump funk Freak the streets, I figurePicture, payback ain`t a bitchIt`s nasty nigga named TriggerA tisket, a tasketPacks the ghetto bastardAll that shit sellin` like hot cakes and casketsI`m slick, quick, flick like a photo, I`m mobileI`ll blast it, you get your ass bent like the bogleI won`t cross the street but I mightMe lay like half the wayAnd if the groove is far for meI catch a cab to CallowayThe wind blew, my Buddha went to blastBut Teddy was ready with his chairSo we rolled, and he PendergrassThat was some 19-Naughty-7 shit, rightThe Rottin Raskalz` throwin jam was gonna come leavin` DolomiteChorus-1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up to set it, nigga?)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up, it`s Bad Newz)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Headache & Bad Newz, Headache & Bad Newz)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Real G`s that`s hard to deal with)[Headache & Bad Newz]Crews try to diss and get cracked like cashewsHere`s a new Cruddy coalition, Headache & Bad NewzLittle fags get the dick, my clique is too thickI`m livin` fine, with my nine on my motherfuckin` hipLittle cities get mashed out, boy, don`t ever tryDown the hill is where I chill, representin` Double IRaw clique, load up the nine and cock the chamber backMacs get jacked by this rough rugged maniacMy rhymes are brand made, nigga, and never artificialSuckers battle an` I get in they ass like toilet tissueHit the deck, Double I is on a killin spreeIf you ain`t naughty you can`t see me on the M-I-CNiggas get wrecked when they step in my sectionAlways wreckin` reckless, so you better wear protectionChorus- 1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up..)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (I`m livin for Double I)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Love Child is on deck)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (So check it, this is the Road Dawgs)[member of Road Dawgs]Nigga what?You want the most notorious kickin` Cali` killaLike Ice-T I`m recklessCheck this, when I be flexin with the correctnessHuh, me and the Double II got deep down on your femaleI`m gonna scoop her rightI`ma supa fly, that stay faithfulI bet you motherfucker catch a nickel plate, foolMy people sing for me to rock thisIf you riff you be a myth like that lake about the Loch NessShit!I got a tight stitchI thank the hood, I all like this to put a hit out on the first white bitchA small illustration, similar to a photoSo you can see, just how it beSince you don`t know thoughChorus-1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Trigger Slash)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up, it`s Automatic)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (It`s the Steel click)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Wreckin the the Steel, wreckin with the Steel) [Trigger Slash of Steel Handlers]Pass me a ????? Louisville sluggerSo I can get busy and blow a fuse in this motherfuckerTrigger Slash bringin wreck to the shitWith my nigga Automatic, comin` straight from the Steel cliqueYou know what comes to show when I rip it rawThese Illtown ruffnecks, yeah, we got nuff props[Automatic of Steel Handlers]Lucky, lucky who`s up nextIt`s the man bringin` mad wreck??? down my mossie, you know the comp`s no threatThe lunatic is deuceThere`s no use, you can`t competeCheck and push up if you wanna you`ll be layin` in the streetI`m fed the fuck up, bustin off until my clip`s doneYou`re straight up dead wrong by thinkin` you won`t catch oneChorus-1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Who`s up, it`s Dies`)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (And it be rottin to the core)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (The D-i-e-s-e-l to the extreme)[Diesel]That`s my word, you get served, doc, but as an adverbKeep bustin` it and get you lip kicked to the curbIt`s bad bandit, nigga, you just hand it to meA whigger makin` you, won`t have a chance to GIt seems to me, in this life span, no one manCould hold me back(A-yo, what`s fuckin` with that?)I`m skimpy like the blunt of a three-dollar bagYou fag, I leave you bloody like a pat on a ragIt don`t matter, skippin steps on the ladder to the topWhen I rock, blow up the spot like an explosive speed knotMy limits has no bordersRunnin like Ricky WatersFuck authority, boy, we not takin ordersChorus-1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Fam has assembled)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (..1-2-3 I`m up to bat (The name still stands as Fam)1-2-3 I`m up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals)[Fam]No styles gets phatness, just like class, you assPull up a hole, you talk so much shitYour nation be comoleSo I`ma flush you like some Tiny BowlStep to the side and then witness a mighty roleI`ve been rolled in a new form of hip hopRip shop, reality rap stays on topI knock your brain, to a-nother domainIt`s simple and plainYou can`t tame the insaneLet me reframe, or should I just tell you my damn nameLike window it`s pain for any nigga comin lameChorus-1-2-3 I`m up to bat1-2-3 I`m up to bat1-2-3 I`m up to bat1-2-3 I`m up to bat, so pitch me, MC

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