Текст песни Rottin Razkals - Get Up, Stand Up
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* send all corrections to this typist Double I, Double I (X4) [Fam]Huh yeah, huhThis is all live, and all realNiggaz can`t understand itI don`t know why they can`t comprehendHeh-heh, heh-heh[Diesel (Fam)- {Both}]I got a rugged step-back, cruddy-bat-smackin type of styleMeanwhile flip a freestyleYou know what I mean now?Cos I`ve been down and kept downNow I`m comin upPack a strap for roughin upDon`t you think of runnin up(This is the music, so just use it to your benefitShit don`t hit the Fam, my man, unless I stand in it(So duck) what? (your face will get bucked up huh)You`ve never been roughed up(But I think it`s up something)All about income, so run your fundsYo, we ain`t the ones(We are your friend with the nines)Cos I get slick(An` I get tough)And we get rough(So we gotta get) ROUGH(Enough`s enough, save the chatterIt don`t matterKnocked your grill and left, FamCause I`m a grand slam batter)Who, when, why? What the fuck`s up?Give it up for the rugged rough{And we them same guysThat snuffed guys on the last cut} Chorus-X4Get up, stand upChump, throw your hands up [Fam (Diesel) - {Both}]Guess what? (what?) Hard Knuckles in the houseSwingin bolos at your headsKnockin teethes out your mouthHey kids, what`s that sound?Razkals got it goinThe word`s around the townEat a dick, lick quickLike the chick, who`s next to get hitWith a pile of thick shit(Jump jump in), Jump jump out(Are you ready for the Razkals), cos we in the house(What?), nigga what?(What?), nigga what?(Like I told you beforeWe kick a limp with our strut){Don`t ask why, who`s that guyStandin in the corner wid the puffy black eye(Come, come around)Tryin to see what`s goin down(If you wanna be found)Lay around (Ill Town)(What, wha, wha, wha, what)Nigga, I don`t wanna talkBest to go for yourzOr have your body lined in chalkChorus-X4[Fam (Diesel)]It aint` easy being greasyIt`s like greasy, that ain`t easy?????????????????????When a sleazy hoe please me(I used to swing a thingNow swingin shit harder to deal with itTake the bass to your faceAnd make sure a nigga feelin it(Peel it, reveal it)The skill, can I get ill with it?(Yes, you can, if you`re really fuckin feelin it)I split your tongue with my fistIf you swung and you missedLike I told you beforeMy 10 knuckles don`t missWhen I`m pissed(Who could it beBut the Diesel MCUsed to try to down my styleNow you`re tryin to sound like me)I got the knack to rip a track(Just place your bat)Leave you with some shoulders in the ass crack, Jack(So you gotta), hit hard(Hold your door), or get scarred(Posse full of vic`sStraight niggas from the jail yard)[Fam]Nigga push that shitPush it, push it, niggaYeah, yeahChorus-X4