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