Naughty By Nature - Klickow Klickow lyrics

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Intro:

118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs

1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill

And knock his ass into left field

I'm still a body bruisin' master

Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya

Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it

5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said

Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head

Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler

A star spangler boogie banger

Rottin' Razklas

118 on the scene I'm representin'

And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'

And kickin'' in nigga take a step back

It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap

If ya don't wanna brawl jack

Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full

Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull

I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind

When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find

No he didn't but I'll you

Hook:

I tell you what good with deez some and the how

Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)

Right out the alleys of Cali

Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one

Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood

Watch us bring wreck quick

Road Dawgs the next kick

Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip

235 thick

Ingelwood Illtown click

Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix

Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues

Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools

And slaying crews

Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle

In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle

Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty

Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me

Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb

Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya

It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow

Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow

Treach:

Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines

So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines

Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks

So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles

Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox

Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way

Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey

Three letters describing that ass here's a clue

S-C-K the only thing missing is you

Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton

Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums

Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap

Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap

A black alley cats can catch my back

And to that and these scrap

Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks

Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back

You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends

But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims

That's how it go that's how we roll pow!

Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow

Hook

Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision

Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'

Keep my material similar to a serial killer

Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller

Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter

pat

Pats to better brat packs

I'm airing shit out like DAT

Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings

Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven

Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop

Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not

Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk

It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault

I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit

Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT

To your advantage if you could manage the damage

I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded

Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards

Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse

On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary

That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry

Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'

From the beatin' ya seekin'

Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'

On time for too much tough talk

Nigga walk and keep walking

Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking

I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late

Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state

Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag

Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag

Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds

A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown

This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on

With more thong then Janet with her panties on

Ya best to get it out the way boy

The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow

Hook