A-Yo

Even though we love you You know we don't have that much time To really, really, really fuck with you [Repeat: x2] Fuck with you [Fam] I be cuttin' the fuck 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 'cause I'm too damn wild [Fam] Oh hell no, a rugged road rebel flow Hell yeah - why'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 nigga from da bricks Fightin clicks for kicks I don't care; I really don't give a damn Smack yo' up and pass you to my swingin fam [Fam] Poof, now be gone (ok) Cause this is how we play every rottin' single holiday [Chorus: x2] A-yo, here we go, here we go Yes, yes y'all, here we go, here we go [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 pass 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 Giving props to KRS-1 for staying true to the ghetto streets [Chorus: x2] [Fam] Here I come, with nothing ever so harder Niggaz 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, nigga, hey, don't let me stop ya) Get in my way an' I'll stop, drop and mop ya Like that, oh, what ya gonna do now? Niggas running and ducking, there's a riot going 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 kicking in like jail toes Who knows what the fuck goes on You're trying play me, you're dead wrong So all you silly slipping slouches I be flipping on ya Pop the lip, I have my fist steady sticking on ya I mean, man, I'm like amazing And you know ain't no fazing This double I bunch been ripping and raging [Chorus: x4] [Fam] 118 - ha! 235 in the click 115, you know what I'm saying? I got my road dogs, my cruddy click Naughty with the by with the nature You know what I'm saying? Niggas can't fuck around Don't know why they act like they can Ha-ha-ha Yeah Inglewood, illtown Double I Double I Double I Don't even try Double I (Hey, hey, yo Rottin razkals in this, nigga) My cruddy click My road dogs Naughty with the by to the nature And we out, but we don't hate ya