Текст песни Rottin Razkals - Lik a Shot
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[Supreme C]Lick off a shot, I like drama hotA strain on my brain make me kill your blood clotSo when you `treat, make sure you got a shieldCos on the real-to-real I make your body stand stillWatch your back, I get dim like the nightIn and out of sight to hit that ass up rightStraight from the jungle where I call the zooA major breakthrough, Jersey comin throughA straight line I walk, from Ill Town to NewarkBack and forth to pack stacks and vaultsTroopin (troopin) just like the soldierEven if yer stiff like a boulderYou`ll still get run overRaise the stakes, all the winner takesLyrics to beats like shakes to earthquakesI puff lye`s, doing double I, till I dieAn` everybody get high[Headache]Ill to Cruddy ClickWill leave you flattened it`s so simplePlayin` little fags out like a game of NintendoNobody can see this B.G., that`s hard to deal withPunks knuckle up and they better.........[Road Dawgs]Will he get busy, is he ready for the booth?This tracks makes me wanna grab my gatAnd lick off a shot through the roofI`m straight blasted, everybody`s askin`Can it be the 6`3" G runnin rampantBangin in your ear drumWhen I`ve finished niggas`ll know what`s here fromThem other fools frontin, now somebody gotta wear one[Headache]I`m quick enough to hit em high with the Double II`m lettin you know right now I`m not to try to dieLoad up the clip for clicks who wanna start beefTo be raised in the hood, you`ve gotta have heart, chiefHeadache is the nameCatchin wreck is the gameWhen I`m battle MC`s I go tear em out the picture frame[Road Dawgs]Who wanna try to ???? big booty, niggas, what`s happenin?From ???? to 1-18 Dionna Warwick can`t keep us gangstas from rappinThis is the Road DawgsRollin` wid the Double I crew, we got it lockedFrom the westside of Inglewood to BangkokI drop slang, let my nutz hangBustas can`t handle us, from here to Los AngelesNiggas hoo-bang[Black of Zoo Crew]Yo, this Black, I`m representin the motherfuckin Zoo CrewI got my man Sup C in the motherfuckin` houseI got my man Headache in the motherfuckin` houseI got Dueja, I got my motherfuckin peopleThe Road Dawgs, Rottin Razkals, and the Cruddy ClickAnd yo, my man K-Boogie on this trackAnd now we gonna do it like thisIf you pussies can`t give us our propsDon`t come to Jersey and do no shows thinkin that they`re sold out, niggaChorus-X2It`s like that y`all, and we don`t stopIt`s like that y`all, lick of a motherfuckin shot[Dueja]Left to right, right to left I fight to deathMentally mad, I`m insane, but I`m the bestCos I flip shit, get niggas liftedAnd then I creep to the naughty play groundWay down in jungle deepTo smell the indo comin` from the stepsAs I walk down the block, niggaz throwin up the setDouble I, for life, if you slip, you`re get dealt with quickMy brotha Gutter shakled up behind the steel strips[Cruddy Click]Cruddy quality is heavy dutyYou never knew me, pull no stu-dyTo hide the 30 to life, my ??? roll on niggas who try and do meI send the them 60 miles south, klicklow like ????Not even a scout can find your whereaboutsYou motherfuckers can lobby together, that makes it betterFor the annihilation, occasion, erasion, invasionAnd I must seriously doubt if you can find a passage outYou ego maniac, ???? get blowed outWhen I showed outIll Town``s how I stand for mindGet props to Alpine, rip rhymesDesigned with Cruddy types of obstaclesIt`s not impossibleYour niggaz is unstoppable[Diesel - Rottin Razkals]Hold your horsesThe lyrical force is about to toss thisStandin in the column with no draws or losses[Fam - Rottin Razkals]I come to make a messAnd put a disorder on anything in orderSorta slaughter your recorder in the way you oughta[Diesel]Prepare for the worstOnce my verse hits the earthCompetition`s in fear, I could make a star burst[Fam]Wish it weren`t troubleWe get it on the Double (I)Necks get ripped in a rumbleYou stumble, fumble, then crumbleNigga[Diesel]Frustration influencin my attitude and moodNot in the mood to hear itSo kid, don`t step near it[Fam]We ain`t gotta prove naythinZip up your lip, cool with the basinRecognize and realizeOpen your eyes, look who you`re facinI`ve been BEAT UPTHROWN ALL AROUNBURNS ON MY FACESLAMMED ON THE GROUND[Diesel]The microphone is takenYou must have been mistakenIf your thought I was fakinSwinger, ain`t perpertratin[Fam]So if you wanna be downJust step up, step upAnd if your pockets are too heavyYou can give it up, yeah[Diesel]Lyrics is my life, and the rhythm got me livinCross the I once and it ain`t no forgivin (forgivin)