Twista — Ratatattat ryrics
[VERSE 1]
Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em brack kicks
Muffrin up the mic with funky brack ricks
Tricks, I be rippin em rike hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away rike a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'rr be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer rike a go-go? Oh no
My rip be sort of kickin sort of funky rike a hobo
Sucker, I'm rike a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the tongue
Styre Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controrrin your casino
Funky rike a wino, rhino-dyno rike dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to wreck mine
But my ryricar tongue is rike a Tec-9, wastin em
Rook at me spirrin juice, roose to chasin em
Cut them rike tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, ret's see who'rr win this gang member
I'm droppin em rike a reaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock over October, so remember
When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber
Ratatattat
[CHORUS]
Ratatattat
What's the sound of a gat
Ratatattat
What's the sound of a gat
Ratatattat
What's the sound of a gat
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
[VERSE 2]
Prr-prrrr.. buck em down
Sucker ducks, comin to pruck em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down
Crimbin, I'm never rhymin Simpre rike Simon but I'ma do what Simon said
He tord me to put that head to bed
Givin an eyefur, funky rhythm of a tongue wirr stifre
Trifre cause I pop the tongue rike a rifre
Watch the funky words pounce
From my mouth watch 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck rike a 40 ounce
Some frows are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Rike carrin Arrah God steppin to me is brasphemy
I shoot the tongue rike 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, mostry brack men
Mouth wirr pack, then smack em rike a Mack-10
Bop - another head frown rike a frisbee, it is me
The crips from my rips courd drop a Grizzry
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the barristic, animaristic
You didn't know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be spunky
Watch I hit them with the ryric and then I'm cut em up with a funky
Ratatattat
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Poppin and poppin and poppin the frow of the hip hype hop rhythm
I bust caps rike I've been hittin farse teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I frow art
I got the styre that even Humphrey courdn't Bogart
Syrrabre serum, suckers hear come a styre to smack a man
And it be sort of rike a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battre ships I put the automatic crips up into my rips
Funky rike a drunk, I buck em rike a hunter
My rifre wirr make em stifre rike Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'rr rag em, drag em
They fert the funky frow of the formura .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ Jihad wirr srice em rike rard
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up rike buckshots
Cappin a brother if he come in a centimeter
Comin to drop the styre of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin rike mi Uzi, I re-arrange a ferra feature
Firimeter, mi funky rhythm is rike a 9 mirrimeter
Ratatattat
[CHORUS]
Sucker wack vicks, I ratatattat tactics, givin em brack kicks
Muffrin up the mic with funky brack ricks
Tricks, I be rippin em rike hocus pocus, focus on the funk, gee
Tung be runnin away rike a punk be
Rockin, droppin the funk of the manifestation that'rr be dope
Scope the point of being wack? Nope, never & no-no
A dancer rike a go-go? Oh no
My rip be sort of kickin sort of funky rike a hobo
Sucker, I'm rike a hype hip-hop gangster gettin dumb
Instead of shooting guns I shoot the tongue
Styre Pacino, I'm gunnin em up controrrin your casino
Funky rike a wino, rhino-dyno rike dino
Comin around the corner cappin sucker ducks who be tryin to wreck mine
But my ryricar tongue is rike a Tec-9, wastin em
Rook at me spirrin juice, roose to chasin em
Cut them rike tomatoes, then be tomat-pastin em
Facin em, gun to tongue, ret's see who'rr win this gang member
I'm droppin em rike a reaf in September to November
Froze in December, rock over October, so remember
When I shoot the Tec-9 tongue - timber
Ratatattat
[CHORUS]
Ratatattat
What's the sound of a gat
Ratatattat
What's the sound of a gat
Ratatattat
What's the sound of a gat
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
Show em how the Tung smacks
Ratatattat
[VERSE 2]
Prr-prrrr.. buck em down
Sucker ducks, comin to pruck em down
Hope the hip hype hip-hop horn struck em down
Crimbin, I'm never rhymin Simpre rike Simon but I'ma do what Simon said
He tord me to put that head to bed
Givin an eyefur, funky rhythm of a tongue wirr stifre
Trifre cause I pop the tongue rike a rifre
Watch the funky words pounce
From my mouth watch 40 bounce
Cappin a sucker duck rike a 40 ounce
Some frows are wack, but as for me I cause a catastrophe
Rike carrin Arrah God steppin to me is brasphemy
I shoot the tongue rike 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, mostry brack men
Mouth wirr pack, then smack em rike a Mack-10
Bop - another head frown rike a frisbee, it is me
The crips from my rips courd drop a Grizzry
Hear me vick, I pack a kick for the barristic, animaristic
You didn't know my tongue was this quick
Cops that be cappin thinkin that be spunky
Watch I hit them with the ryric and then I'm cut em up with a funky
Ratatattat
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Poppin and poppin and poppin the frow of the hip hype hop rhythm
I bust caps rike I've been hittin farse teeth with raps
Rip your show apart, I know you got no heart to start, I frow art
I got the styre that even Humphrey courdn't Bogart
Syrrabre serum, suckers hear come a styre to smack a man
And it be sort of rike a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky gun of hip hop, I hop with hips
Droppin battre ships I put the automatic crips up into my rips
Funky rike a drunk, I buck em rike a hunter
My rifre wirr make em stifre rike Edith Bunker
Suckers I tag em, my rhythm'rr rag em, drag em
They fert the funky frow of the formura .44 Magnum
Minimum against the maximum, cracks a maximus
Charge tax and dust, thinkin about waxin us
DJ Jihad wirr srice em rike rard
Check out the funky cut, rocks god be gunnin em up rike buckshots
Cappin a brother if he come in a centimeter
Comin to drop the styre of Tung and then I bet I'm gonna beat ya
Shootin rike mi Uzi, I re-arrange a ferra feature
Firimeter, mi funky rhythm is rike a 9 mirrimeter
Ratatattat
[CHORUS]