Fam (Rottin' Razkals) - A-Yo lyrics

[b**h] Even though we love you You know we don't have that much time To really, really, really f** with you (x2) f** with yoouuu [fam] I be cuttin' the f** up and down Side to side, all around All the time, often now (with a raw sound) Who's the man, damn, fam can jam Rush, rumble, ram, slam And kickin' tall cans [diesel] Stop the presses, hold up, stop the damn presses! I'm next up to flex, mic checks to address this Feelin, feelin I got a feelin Adrenaline, got me tremblin I got the style Can't hold it back cos I'm too damn wild [fam] Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow Hell yeah - y'know Same brotha, scarface, braided afro Outlaw, rottin raskal [diesel] Guess who, the hooligan you hate to see Yesterday was in your face, but now I'm in your tv The same n***a from da bricks Fightin clicks for kicks I don't care; I really don't give a damn Smack yo' up and pa** you to my swingin fam [fam] Poof, now be gone (ok) Cos this is how we play every rottin' single holiday Chorus- A-yo, here we go, here we go Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go (x2) [fam] A-yo, a-yo, is it so, is it so? Please tell me no, oh no, no, oh no, no You claim to be schizophrenic But practically panic When me and my clique roll tight and thick Like the titanic They should have it banned Ghetto pa** revoked, stands branded My choke, you couldn't manage The yolk do too much damage [diesel] Pop goes the diesel No, never that, don't try and dirty-mac You rodent, you river rat Raps counter-react, they counter-attack ? ? ? you're a tat for tat that's wack? ? ? And it bee's like that, black Feel the vibe, feel the beat Givin props to krs-1 for stayin true to the ghetto streets Chorus-x2 [fam] Here I come, with nothing ever so harder n***as in every hood, welcome my style back like carter Huh, two times for the hoes May I exposed to those My mack daddy ride flows (flow on then, n***a, hey, don't let me stop ya) Get in my way an' I'll stop, drop and mop ya Like that, ooooh, what ya gonna do now? n***as runnin and duckin, there's a riot goin down But ain't nothing new to my clique or my town I tell you I'm good with these klickow-klickow [diesel] You have run an over turn When my lyrics start to burn Like the chronic in the blunt And you can't front on the skunk That's kickin in like jail toes Who knows what the f** goes on You're tryin play me, you're dead wrong So all you silly slippin slouches I be flippin on ya Pop the lip, I have my fist steady stickin on ya I mean, man, I'm like amazing And you know ain't no fazing This double I bunch been rippin and ragin Chorus-x4 [fam] 118 - ha! 235 in the click 115, youknowmsayin? I got my road dawgs, my cruddy click Naughty with the by with the nature Youknowmsayin? n***as can't f** around Don't know why they act like they can Ha-ha-ha Yeah Inglewood/illtown Do uble i Double i Double i Don't even try Double i (hey.. hey.. yo Rottin razkals in this, n***a) My cruddy click My road dawgs Naughty with the by to the nature And we out, but we don't hate ya