Klickow Klickow Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

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 

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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 

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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