Twista - Ratatattat lyrics

[VERSE 1] s**er wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks Mufflin up the mic with funky black licks Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee Tung be runnin away like a punk be Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be dope Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no A dancer like a go-go? Oh no My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a hobo s**er, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb Instead of shooting guns I shoot the tongue Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like dino Comin around the corner cappin s**er ducks who be tryin to wreck mine But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, wastin em Look at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em Cut them like tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this gang member I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to November Froze in December, rock over October, so remember When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber Ratatattat [CHORUS] Ratatattat What's the sound of a gat Ratatattat What's the sound of a gat Ratatattat What's the sound of a gat Ratatattat Show em how the Tung smacks Ratatattat Show em how the Tung smacks Ratatattat Show em how the Tung smacks Ratatattat Show em how the Tung smacks Ratatattat [VERSE 2] Prr-prrrr.. buck em down s**er ducks, comin to pluck em down Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon said He told me to put that head to bed Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle Trifle cause I pop the tongue like a rifle Watch the funky words pounce From my mouth watch 40 bounce Cappin a s**er duck like a 40 ounce Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe Like callin Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy I shoot the tongue like a machine gun Know what I mean, son? A chunky spunky tongue if you ever seen one Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly black men Mouth will pack, then smack em like a Mack-10 Bop - another head flown like a frisbee, it is me The clips from my lips could drop a Grizzly Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic, animalistic You didn't know my tongue was this quick Cops that be cappin thinkin that be spunky Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a funky Ratatattat [CHORUS] [VERSE 3] Poppin and poppin and poppin the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with raps Rip your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow art I got the style that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart Syllable serum, s**ers hear come a style to smack a man And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie Chan I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with hips Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a hunter My rifle will make em stifle like Edith Bunker s**ers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em They felt the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum Minimum against the maximum, cracks a maximus Charge tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us DJ Jihad will slice em like lard Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like buckshots Cappin a brother if he come in a centimeter Comin to drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is like a 9 millimeter Ratatattat [CHORUS]