Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rata , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album N9NA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.04.2019
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Rata |
| Rata, rata |
| Blocka, blocka, blocka |
| Ayy, fucking ratas |
| Kaliko, Kaliko, campos |
| Who got day one on the trigger, I do |
| Real nigga say |
| Who got day one on the trigger, I do |
| Real nigga, ayy |
| Why you gotta do it? |
| (Why?) |
| Why you gotta do it? |
| (Bitch) |
| Why you gotta do it? |
| Why you gotta spew it? |
| (Ayy) |
| Why you gotta spew it? |
| (I don’t know) |
| That’s so fucking foolish |
| In my book, never been a pardon |
| When the yapping happens, capping in your jargon |
| Babble yells, that’ll fail |
| I bet you been a tattletale since kindergarten |
| He’s punked, we dump the punk, debunked, no sin again |
| We bump P Funk, he slumps, Glee jump, so feminine |
| That’s why he’s a cop dressed in his block best, but a hot mess |
| Never do know how to talk less, so we plot stretch, when you got next? |
| Two in the ten, he doing again |
| He gonna rat on you and a friend, then you in the pen |
| He gonna mix it up and try to put you and the crew in the blend |
| He gonna tell, then the screwing begin |
| El capo debacle, that is what he can offer |
| Depend on him and then in a rut he can toss you |
| He claim he down, dirty, and muddy but softer |
| Than cotton candy, me and my buddies’ll off you |
| Anything go down, bro? |
| I don’t know, I don’t know |
| We just make the sound, yo |
| I don’t know, I don’t know |
| You gon' make these hounds go |
| Round your crown, so |
| One, two, one, two, three, ayy |
| Rata (Rata, rata) |
| We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka) |
| We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do) |
| Stomp you like a cucaracha |
| Say goodbye to your day, ayy |
| Koba, you’s a fucking mentirosa (Say it again, ayy) |
| Koba, you’s a fucking mentirosa |
| Yeah, he a traitor, Joe, he’s a hater, moe |
| Wanna get up in the mix and delay the dough |
| Man, I heard he nerdy but he play the role |
| Of a killer, iller than I spray this flow |
| Why you got to go and (Spread lies) |
| That’s when all my homies (Dead flies) |
| And that’s when all the evil lying ass straight divisive ice up in your (Head |
| dies) |
| What in the cup string, the cup doohickey? |
| Why you got to be a true sissy when you know I’m carrying a tool with me? |
| Everybody know that you iffy |
| Gonna be on your head in a cool jiffy |
| All I’m saying is the dude’s sickly |
| You believe him or not like you view Ripley, I’m gone |
| Gun on my waist, yeah, gun on my waist |
| You gotta pay 'cause you’re taking the food out my baby mouth house nigga, |
| watch what you say |
| 'Cause if you cross the line (Oh yeah) |
| This not gon' happen one more time |
| Say, say goodbye to your day, yeah |
| Anything go down, bro? |
| I don’t know, I don’t know |
| We just make the sound, yo |
| I don’t know, I don’t know |
| You gon' make these hounds go |
| Round your crown, so |
| One, two, one, two, three, ayy |
| Rata (Rata, rata) |
| We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka) |
| We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do) |
| Stomp you like a cucaracha |
| Say goodbye to your day, ayy |
| Rata (Rata, rata) |
| We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka) |
| We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do) |
| Stomp you like a cucaracha |
| Say goodbye to your day, ayy |