Twista - Ratatattat lyrics

rate me

Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em black kicks

Mufflin up the mic with funky black licks

Tricks, I be rippin em like hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee

Tung be runnin away like a punk be

Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'll be dope

Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no

A dancer like a go-go? Oh no

My lip be sort of kickin sort of funky like a hobo

Sucker, I'm like a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb

Instead of shooting guns I shoot the tongue

Style Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controllin your casino

Funky like a wino, rhino-dyno like dino

Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to wreck mine

But my lyrical tongue is like a Tec-9, wastin em

Look at me spillin juice, loose to chasin em

Cut them like tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em

Facin em, gun to tongue, let's see who'll win this gang member

I'm droppin em like a leaf in September to November

Froze in December, rock over October, so remember

When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber



What's the sound of a gat


What's the sound of a gat


What's the sound of a gat


Show em how the Tung smacks


Show em how the Tung smacks


Show em how the Tung smacks


Show em how the Tung smacks


Prr-prrrr.. buck em down

Sucker ducks, comin to pluck em down

Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down

Climbin, I'm never rhymin Simple like Simon but I'ma do what Simon said

He told me to put that head to bed

Givin an eyeful, funky rhythm of a tongue will stifle

Trifle cause I pop the tongue like a rifle

Watch the funky words pounce

From my mouth watch 40 bounce

Cappin a sucker duck like a 40 ounce

Some flows are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe

Like callin Allah God steppin to me is blasphemy

I shoot the tongue like a machine gun

Know what I mean, son?

A chunky spunky tongue if you ever seen one

Cops, I give em props, they cap men, mostly black men

Mouth will pack, then smack em like a Mack-10

Bop - another head flown like a frisbee, it is me

The clips from my lips could drop a Grizzly

Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the ballistic, animalistic

You didn't know my tongue was this quick

Cops that be cappin thinkin that be spunky

Watch I hit them with the lyric and then I'm cut em up with a funky


Poppin and poppin and poppin the flow of the hip hype hop rhythm

I bust caps like I've been hittin false teeth with raps

Rip your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I flow art

I got the style that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart

Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to smack a man

And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie Chan

I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with hips

Droppin battle ships I put the automatic clips up into my lips

Funky like a drunk, I buck em like a hunter

My rifle will make em stifle like Edith Bunker

Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'll rag em, drag em

They felt the funky flow of the formula .44 Magnum

Minimum against the maximum, cracks a maximus

Charge tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us

DJ Jihad will slice em like lard

Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up like buckshots

Cappin a brother if he come in a centimeter

Comin to drop the style of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya

Shootin like mi Uzi, I re-arrange a fella feature

Filimeter, mi funky rhythm is like a 9 millimeter


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