Nitro (10) - Rowdy Rowdy lyrics

[Intro - Hell Razah] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, Hell Razah, 2000 f**in' ball already droppin' What ya gonna do now, ha? Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, get it +Rowdy Rowdy+ [Chorus - Hell Razah] Is my GG'z, rollin' wit me (hell yeah!) Is the PJ's rollin' wit me (hell yeah!) Is my strip dancers gonna tip me (hell yeah!) Is the DJ's rollin' wit me (hell yeah!) Is my dropouts rollin' wit me (hell yeah!) Is my alcoholics bent wit me (hell yeah!) Is my weedheads smokin' wit me (hell yeah!) Is my war soldiers watchin' wit me (hell yeah!) Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, +Rowdy Rowdy+ (3X) Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, WHAT! [Hell Razah] Roll out my red carpet, insert my cartridge I got a hunger like a hostage in Kosovo Run and tell so-and-so +Bop Your Head+ to my promo's We went from war to guns to 4-4's, to breakin' governmental barcodes Now it's man vs. computer, 8000 CC's of brain Who fell in love wit what they can't even claim I can't maintain, and watch no blood s**ers campain Praise and pain, for months, turn to teardrops of rain I stay ghetto like the 8 train, survive all this crack and c**aine And still alive so I can rap and complain Now we done dropped out to get cream See school teachers turnin' the fiends Wit strip dancers comin' out they g-strings Wit nice thighs in them iceberg jeans The projects, we the nation of kings You too fly, then I'mmma clip wings Some go to work, while others in sling Elders and teens, indeed smoke weed til it's dark and cloudy Don't f**in' crout me, I'm too deep, you can't count me Ask Clinton why we flippin' and be gettin rowdy [Chorus - Hell Razah] Is my out of staters wit me (hell yeah!) Is the independent women wit me (hell yeah!) Is the bar tender drinkin' wit me (hell yeah!) Is my New York n***as wit me (hell yeah!) Is my clothesline n***as wit me (hell yeah!) Is my record label n***as wit me (hell yeah!) Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, +Rowdy Rowdy+ (3X) Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, WHAT! [Hell Razah] We gettin' tired and sick Of racist cats like Benjamin Smith It's time to quit and unite both the Blood and the Crip And shake Pataki up and smack up wit whoever he wit And start rollin' wit this chosen +Ghetto Government+ sh** Kick ya welfare slavery plans, hospitals And ya solitudes, and chicken food, a real Sun of Man Shippin' d** to open drug programs Fill my ghetto up wit cigarette's and beer cans and new spy cams We build this land up wit our bare hands, until America Fold up and blow up wit our wicked Son of Sam You disrespect me and that's where they vex me We lookin' forward to bein' Maccabeez, not tryin' to be no Joe Pesci You damn right we here to get it +Rowdy Rowdy+ Go get the Daily News and tell they camera crews to go and think about me...