Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lik a Shot , by - Rottin Razkals. Release date: 13.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lik a Shot |
| Lick off a shot, I like drama hot |
| A strain on my brain make me kill your blood clot |
| So when you 'treat, make sure you got a shield |
| Cos on the real-to-real I make your body stand still |
| Watch your back, I get dim like the night |
| In and out of sight to hit that ass up right |
| Straight from the jungle where I call the zoo |
| A major breakthrough, jersey comin through |
| A straight line I walk, from ill town to newark |
| Back and forth to pack stacks and vaults |
| Troopin (troopin) just like the soldier |
| Even if yer stiff like a boulder |
| You’ll still get run over |
| Raise the stakes, all the winner takes |
| Lyrics to beats like shakes to earthquakes |
| I puff lye’s, doing double i, till I die |
| An' everybody get high |
| Ill to cruddy click |
| Will leave you flattened it’s so simple |
| Playin' little fags out like a game of nintendo |
| Nobody can see this b.g., that’s hard to deal with |
| Punks knuckle up and they better… |
| Will he get busy, is he ready for the booth? |
| This tracks makes me wanna grab my gat |
| And lick off a shot through the roof |
| I’m straight blasted, everybody’s askin' |
| Can it be the 6'3 g runnin rampant |
| Bangin in your ear drum |
| When I’ve finished niggas’ll know what’s here from |
| Them other fools frontin, now somebody gotta wear one |
| I’m quick enough to hit em high with the double i |
| I’m lettin you know right now I’m not to try to die |
| Load up the clip for clicks who wanna start beef |
| To be raised in the hood, you’ve gotta have heart, chief |
| Headache is the name |
| Catchin wreck is the game |
| When I’m battle mc’s I go tear em out the picture frame |
| Who wanna try to? ?? ? big booty, niggas, what’s happenin? |
| From? ?? ? to 1−18 dionna warwick can’t keep us gangstas from rappin |
| This is the road dawgs |
| Rollin' wid the double I crew, we got it locked |
| From the westside of inglewood to bangkok |
| I drop slang, let my nutz hang |
| Bustas can’t handle us, from here to los angeles |
| Niggas hoo-bang |
| Yo, this black, I’m representin the motherfuckin zoo crew |
| I got my man sup c in the motherfuckin' house |
| I got my man headache in the motherfuckin' house |
| I got dueja, I got my motherfuckin people |
| The road dawgs, rottin razkals, and the cruddy click |
| And yo, my man k-boogie on this track |
| And now we gonna do it like this |
| If you pussies can’t give us our props |
| Don’t come to jersey and do no shows thinkin that they’re sold out, nigga |
| It’s like that y’all, and we don’t stop |
| It’s like that y’all, lick of a motherfuckin shot |
| Left to right, right to left I fight to death |
| Mentally mad, I’m insane, but I’m the best |
| Cos I flip shit, get niggas lifted |
| And then I creep to the naughty play ground |
| Way down in jungle deep |
| To smell the indo comin' from the steps |
| As I walk down the block, niggas throwin up the set |
| Double i, for life, if you slip, you’re get dealt with quick |
| My brotha gutter shakled up behind the steel strips |
| Cruddy quality is heavy duty |
| You never knew me, pull no stu-dy |
| To hide the 30 to life, my? ?? roll on niggas who try and do me |
| I send the them 60 miles south, klicklow like? ?? ? |
| Not even a scout can find your whereabouts |
| You motherfuckers can lobby together, that makes it better |
| For the annihilation, occasion, erasion, invasion |
| And I must seriously doubt if you can find a passage out |
| You ego maniac,? ?? ? get blowed out |
| When I showed out |
| Ill towns how I stand for mind |
| Get props to alpine, rip rhymes |
| Designed with cruddy types of obstacles |
| It’s not impossible |
| Your niggas is unstoppable |
| Hold your horses |
| The lyrical force is about to toss this |
| Standin in the column with no draws or losses |
| I come to make a mess |
| And put a disorder on anything in order |
| Sorta slaughter your recorder in the way you oughta |
| Prepare for the worst |
| Once my verse hits the earth |
| Competition’s in fear, I could make a star burst |
| Wish it weren’t trouble |
| We get it on the double (I) |
| Necks get ripped in a rumble |
| You stumble, fumble, then crumble |
| Nigga |
| Frustration influencin my attitude and mood |
| Not in the mood to hear it |
| So kid, don’t step near it |
| We ain’t gotta prove naythin |
| Zip up your lip, cool with the basin |
| Recognize and realize |
| Open your eyes, look who you’re facin |
| I’ve been beat up |
| Thrown all aroun |
| Burns on my face |
| Slammed on the ground |
| The microphone is taken |
| You must have been mistaken |
| If your thought I was fakin |
| Swinger, ain’t perpertratin |
| So if you wanna be down |
| Just step up, step up |
| And if your pockets are too heavy |
| You can give it up, yeah |
| Lyrics is my life, and the rhythm got me livin |
| Cross the I once and it ain’t no forgivin (forgivin) |