Rottin Razkals Come On Y'all lyrics

Check it out, yeah, Rottin Razkals, Cruddy Click, nigga
I'll have your back on that wall
Get your back off that wall, boy
Ill Town, Inglewood, boy, get your back off that wall

Hey, word is bond, I ain't the one to be played like a fool
Get my temper out of place, I'll smack your face with a stool
Hey Fam, man, girl, you know your swinger's in the house
Grab a hold of your spouse 'cos they're checking us out

Huh, hip to the hop and let the Glock pop
I knock the fluid out your mouth and watch it drip
(Drop)
'Cos I ain't faking the funk
You silly chump, I'll be high of that skunk

I mean, really, I mean a Philly blunt
Puff the herbs, then get wicked with the words
Throwing curbs in verse that you never even heard
I'm naughty as hell, even rotting as well
And be riding your ass like an animals' tail

I got the flow, only you got the flow just to let 'em know
Here we, here here, here we go
I don't know you so you can't show me nutting new
Who got it like that? Nigga, you know we do

Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off
Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off

This isn't just to let yourself go
Bump with your rump [unverified], say yo
Peep the frequent flow that you already know
It's from Ill Town E.O., so won't you let yourself go?

The Boogie makes the boogie pass it down, give it to me
Hard as decks the same jock when his cock got a woody
Hit him high, hit him low, hits him in the middle just to him know
That I can sing a flow, that I can bring the flow
That it's nothing to flow, so watch me fling the flow

Yo, congratulations of my generation
Creation, rules the nation, the population
Popped inflation, huh, so next time get it right

And don't confuse our music with that other type, alright?

Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off
Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off

This is the focus of the rump of every hottie
(Oh, you don't know?)
You better ask somebody, we can throw it like this
When the hit, we won't miss
Grand slam hit on that Rottin-Cruddy tip

It's like that y'all, you don't stop
It's like that y'all, mack on and mack on, ock
The naughty nappy jack-happy nigga on the trigger
Light as a feather but figured for a bigger nigga

Because of a rep for wrecking regs
We get respect in this business
Ain't no beef, but watch your teeth
I'll knock you senseless with the quickness

That's for my embryo, I did my number cho
I threw my tongue out when I was young
And came out with the rugged flow, hip hop maniac
Vocab like a brainiac, no good hood
Swinging wood and not ashamed of that

Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off
Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off

Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off
Come on y'all, get your back up off the wall
Come on y'all, we're 'bout to get it off

Yeah, 98 style up in yo house
My man K-Boogie, what going down?
Jersey in the place