Come On Yall Lyrics by Rottin Razkals

Come On Yall 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

    [diesel] [fam]
    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 checkin 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 fakin 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
    Throwin curbs in verse that you never even heard
    I'm naughty as hell
    Even rottin as well
    And be ridin 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 nuttin new
    Who got it like that?
    Nigga, you know we do

    [chorus- x2]
    Come on y'all
    Get your back up off the wall
    Come on y'all
    We're bout to, get it off

    [diesel] [fam]
    This isn't just to let yourself go
    Bump with your rump ???, say yo
    Peep the frequen flow that you already know
    It's from ill town e.o.
    So won't you let yourself go
    (boogie)
    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 hiiiiiigh - hit him loooow
    Hits him in the middle just to him know
    That i can sing a flow
    That i can bring the flow
    That it's no thing 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?

    [chorus- x2]

    [diesel] [fam]
    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
    Grandslam 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 wreckin regs, we get respect in this business
    Ain't no beef, but watch your teeth
    I'll nock 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, swingin wood and not ashamed of that

    [chorus - x4]

    [diesel]
    Yeah, 98 style up in yo house
    My man k-boogie
    What goin down
    Jersey in the place

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