The Roaddawgs - Klickow Klickow lyrics

Intro: 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill And knock his a** into left field I'm still a body bruisin' master Dat some ole' evil little ba*tard get fast and I'll outcast ya Like port huh we on some ole' new sh** my click is hip hop it 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the f** up like Onyx said Don't make me act the f** up I'm known to have a hot head Hey call me the mud city mangler the n***a neck yolk tangler A star spangler boogie banger Rottin' Razklas 118 on the scene I'm representin' And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin' And kickin'' in n***a take a step back It ain't even all that n***a catch a cap If ya don't wanna brawl jack Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find No he didn't but I'll you Hook: I tell you what good with deez some and the how Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2) Right out the alleys of Cali Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood Watch us bring wreck quick Road Dawgs the next kick Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip 235 thick Ingelwood Illtown click Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix b**bie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools And slaying crews Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle Keep my hand on the nitty Glock fifty Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna f** with me Don't sleep on Jersey nor California sh** is grimmy trim ya limb Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow Treach: Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines So motherf** your mother's father if he step like mines Swift kicking co*ks I hit spots and blocks So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles Mumps plus f**in' chicken pox Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey Three letters describing that a** here's a clue S-C-K the only thing missing is you Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap A black alley cats can catch my back And to that and these scrap Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends But nowadays we roll in f**in' tanks with rims That's how it go that's how we roll pow! Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow Hook Gutta n***a and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision Illtown's villian that's wanted for some n***as k**in' Keep my material similar to a serial k**er Peeling cats check my stats ain't no n***a iller Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter Pat Pats to better brat packs I'm airing sh** out like DAT Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop n***as gather round to the sound that n***a from the gutta not Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault I'm on a route with my n***a on some new sh** Flowin' with that music n***a WON'T YOU USE IT To your advantage if you could manage the damage I'm handing when ya get the f**in' mic it leave ya hands branded Ya backwards a** a**born a**backwards Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a f**in' ferry Advancing my chances and ya retreatin' From the beatin' ya seekin' f**in' with me and feel your fluids leakin' On time for too much tough talk n***a walk and keep walking Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking I'll meet ya at d**h's gate when a n***a took a step late Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a sh** bag Ha ha ha f*g couldn't f** with a n***a with nine rounds A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown This ain't a rap along clap along song son my sh** is on With more thong then Janet with her panties on Ya best to get it out the way boy The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow Hook