Scotty Wotty - Stomp Da Roach lyrics

[Intro: Scotty Wotty] It's the sasquath, Jackpot The roach k**er, that's what we do You know what it is, you little crawly creepy ba*tards [Scotty Wotty] We ain't tripping, read the sentence The Gods got it locked like up on Main in San Quentin You drinking muscle milk, homey, you gon' get k**ed Walking round like Deebo, cuz you slight built It's a dirty job, we get it popping hard We turn this whole sh** slamming to the Mardi Gras And ain't nobody mad, it just we got it bad Like a body being slumped when you hail a cab Vaccum packed, concealed, no room for breath I grip a mic, it's Five Fingers of d**h So, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? When I slip on, the grip-on, no clip on And on the O'Jay's like Christopher Pawns And eat with the beast, in the valley of d**h Walk on the right, but I shoot with the left Stomp out a roach with the d-Con breath All you little rat ba*tards, I stomp you to d**h Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yo [U-God] Four more seconds 'fore the bomb come on Roach k**er, you scatter when the lights come on You can run on, and start ducking and dodging I pluck you, crush you right between the margin I'm the drill sergeant, I'm the boric acid The black flag n***a, the bio hazard The econimist of the bio standard And he sprayed the myst on them fly's that landed And I can be obvious or I can be candid, but I'm shaking roaches off my shoes and socks Then I, pluck roaches out my Fruit Loop box Then I, tell my girl to change all the locks Then I, throw my finger at the hip hop cops Then I, put on my Timbs, then I stomp the block Cuz I, stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know? Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach [GZA] They known to leech off people for, years and years They cause trouble by, staying up in, n***as ears They set up shops in apartments in projects Bold enough to roll up on, any object Grabbing on my gear til they pull the label off They fight for the crumbs that's on my table cloth They keep they antennas up, the signals strong They got the neighborhood bugged, that's how they survived so long Immune to 'combats' and, household 'raids' Like informants that's living off, government aid We leave roaches where the remain and trash lays Incinerate it, they spend they last days in ashtrays Ignored by the dogs, but, chased by the cat Like a sneaky a** rat that got caught in the trap A small time n***a, who didn't have a clue It take a million of ya'll just to fill up my shoe Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, yeah Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, uh-huh Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know Stomp the roach, stomp the roach, you know ['The Godfather' sample] How long till you get me off the hook? For old time's sake I can't do it, Sally Don't ever take sides with anyone, against the family again ever