[Bitch]
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Even though we love you
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You know we don't have that much time
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To really, really, really fuck with you
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(X2)
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Fuck with yoouuu
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[Fam]
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I be cuttin' the fuck up and down
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Side to side, all around
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All the time, often now (with a raw sound)
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Who's the man, damn, Fam can jam
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Rush, rumble, ram, slam
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And kickin' tall cans
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[Diesel]
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Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses!
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I'm next up to flex, mic checks to address this
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Feelin, feelin
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I got a feelin
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Adrenaline, got me tremblin
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I got the style
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Can't hold it back cos I'm too damn wild
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[Fam]
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Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow
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Hell yeah - y'know
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Same brotha, scarface, braided afro
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Outlaw, Rottin Raskal
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[Diesel]
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Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see
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Yesterday was in your face, but now I'm in your TV
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The same nigga from Da Bricks
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Fightin clicks for kicks
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I don't care; I really don't give a damn
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Smack yo' up and pass you to my swingin Fam
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[Fam]
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Poof, now be gone (OK)
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Cos this is how we play every rottin' single holiday
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Chorus-
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A-yo, here we go, here we go
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Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go
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(X2)
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[Fam]
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A-yo, a-yo, is it so, is it so?
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Please tell me no, oh no, no, oh no, no
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You claim to be schizophrenic
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But practically panic
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When me and my clique roll tight and thick
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Like the Titanic
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They should have it banned
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Ghetto pass revoked, stands branded
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My choke, you couldn't manage
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The yolk do too much damage
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[Diesel]
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Pop goes the Diesel
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No, never that, don't try and dirty-mac
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You rodent, you river rat
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Raps counter-react, they counter-attack
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???You're a tat for tat that's wack???
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And it bee's like that, black
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Feel the vibe, feel the beat
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Givin props to KRS-1 for stayin true to the ghetto streets
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Chorus-X2
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[Fam]
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Here I come, with nothing ever so harder
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Niggaz in every hood, welcome my style back like Carter
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Huh, two times for the hoes
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May I exposed to those
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My mack daddy ride flows
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(Flow on then, nigga, hey, don't let me stop ya)
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Get in my way an' I'll stop, drop and mop ya
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Like that, ooooh, what ya gonna do now?
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Niggaz runnin and duckin, there's a riot goin down
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But ain't nothing new to my clique or my town
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I tell you I'm good with these klickow-klickow
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[Diesel]
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You have run an over turn
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When my lyrics start to burn
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Like the Chronic in the blunt
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And you can't front on the skunk
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That's kickin in like jail toes
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Who knows what the fuck goes on
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You're tryin play me, you're dead wrong
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So all you silly slippin slouches
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I be flippin on ya
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Pop the lip, I have my fist steady stickin on ya
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I mean, man, I'm like amazing
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And you know ain't no fazing
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This Double I bunch been rippin and ragin
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Chorus-X4
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[Fam]
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118 - ha!
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235 in the click
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115, youknowmsayin?
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I got my Road Dawgs, my Cruddy Click
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Naughty with the By with the Nature
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Youknowmsayin?
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Niggas can't fuck around
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Don't know why they act like they can
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Ha-ha-ha
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Yeah
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Inglewood/Illtown
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Double I
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Double I
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Double I
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Don't even try
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Double I
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(Hey.. hey.. yo
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Rottin Razkals in this, nigga)
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My Cruddy Click
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My Road Dawgs
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Naughty with the By to the Nature
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And we out, but we don't hate ya
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A-Yo
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| Rottin Razkals |
