Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come on Y'all, artist - Rottin Razkals. Date of issue: 13.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come on Y'all |
| 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 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 |
| 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 ???, 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? |
| 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 |
| Yeah, 98 style up in yo house |
| My man K-Boogie |
| What goin down |
| Jersey in the place |