[{"id":14801206,"name":"Klickow-Klickow (Instrumental)","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow (Instrumental)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Klickow","duration":344.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (Instrumental)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Klickow\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":10906639,"name":"Klickow-Klickow","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten/Klickow-Klickow","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\npat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow\n artist: Naughty By Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten/Klickow-Klickow\n duration_ms: 342000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":15639691,"name":"Klickow-Klickow 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it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\nPat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow - Klickow\n artist: Naughty By Nature\n album: The Hip Rock EP\n duration_ms: 342000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n Pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":2105824,"name":"Klickow - Klickow","trackName":"Klickow - Klickow","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"The Hip Rock","duration":342.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\nPat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow - Klickow\n artist: Naughty By Nature\n album: The Hip Rock\n duration_ms: 342000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n Pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":18814978,"name":"Klickow Klickow","trackName":"Klickow Klickow","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise","duration":298.4228608,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\nPat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow Klickow\n artist: Naughty By Nature\n album: Poverty's Paradise\n duration_ms: 298423\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n Pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":20730123,"name":"Klickow-Klickow","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise (25th Anniversary - Remastered)","duration":298.44898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\nPat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Poverty's Paradise (25th Anniversary - Remastered)\n duration_ms: 298449\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n Pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":21798641,"name":"Klickow-Klickow","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise","duration":300.486531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\nPat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Poverty's Paradise\n duration_ms: 300487\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n Pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":9750085,"name":"Klickow-Klickow (vocal)","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow (vocal)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":343.73333333333335,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\npat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (vocal)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten\n duration_ms: 343733\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make 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a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\npat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (vocal)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: The Hip Rock EP\n duration_ms: 341577\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":9750086,"name":"Klickow-Klickow (instrumental)","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow (instrumental)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":341.6933333333333,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (instrumental)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten\n duration_ms: 341693\n instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":34489824,"name":"Klickow-Klickow (vocal)","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow (vocal)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten (single)","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\npat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (vocal)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten (single)\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya 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bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\npat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (vocal)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten\n duration_ms: 341000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":39207765,"name":"Klickow-Klickow (instrumental)","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow (instrumental)","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten","duration":344.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (instrumental)\n artist: Naughty by Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: true\nlines: []\n"},{"id":37865473,"name":"Klickow-Klickow (Vocal)","trackName":"Klickow-Klickow (Vocal)","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Written On Ya Kitten CDS","duration":344.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\nAnd knock his ass into left field\nI'm still a body bruisin' master\nDat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\nLike port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\nDon't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\nHey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\nA star spangler boogie banger\n\nRottin' Razklas\n118 on the scene I'm representin'\nAnd if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\nAnd kickin in nigga take a step back\nIt ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\nIf ya don't wanna brawl jack\nGuzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\nTake another hit of the dirl with a long pull\nI gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\nWhen me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\nNo he didn't but I'll you\n\nHook:\nI tell you what good with deez some and the how\nCause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\nRight out the alleys of Cali\nNot eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\nHitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\nWatch us bring wreck quick\nRoad Dawgs the next kick\nPluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n235 thick\nIngelwood Illtown click\n\nLow hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\nBoobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\nMadmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\nAnd slaying crews\n\nWho wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\nIn a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\nKeep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\nSwift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\nDon't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\nBlood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\nIt's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\nCause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\nTreach:\nWord to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\nSo motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\nSwift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\nSo listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\nMumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\nGivin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\nPlus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\nThree letters describing that ass here's a clue\nS-C-K the only thing missing is you\nExcuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\nCrews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\nTry it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\nCause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\nA black alley cats can catch my back\nAnd to that and these scrap\nBack to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\nOf macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\nYou see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\nBut nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\nThat's how it go that's how we roll pow!\nCause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\nHook\n\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\nIlltown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\nKeep my material similar to a serial killer\nPeeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\nNow here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\npat\nPats to better brat packs\nI'm airing shit out like DAT\nJack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\nGot cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\nComin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\nNiggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\nKick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\nIt ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\nI'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\nFlowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\nTo your advantage if you could manage the damage\nI'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\nYa backwards ass assborn assbackwards\nComing out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\nOn the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\nThat's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\nAdvancing my chances and ya retreatin'\nFrom the beatin' ya seekin'\nFuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\nOn time for too much tough talk\nNigga walk and keep walking\nFore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\nI'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\nJacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\nYo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\nShot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\nHa ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\nA rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\nThis ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\nWith more thong then Janet with her panties on\nYa best to get it out the way boy\nThe two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\nHook","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Klickow-Klickow (Vocal)\n artist: Naughty By Nature\n album: Written On Ya Kitten CDS\n duration_ms: 344000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Intro:\n 118, Cruddy Click, Naughty By Nature, the Rottin' Razkals, the Road Dawgs\n\n 1-2-3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill\n And knock his ass into left field\n I'm still a body bruisin' master\n Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya\n Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it\n 5-6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said\n Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head\n Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler\n A star spangler boogie banger\n\n Rottin' Razklas\n 118 on the scene I'm representin'\n And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'\n And kickin in nigga take a step back\n It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap\n If ya don't wanna brawl jack\n Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full\n Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull\n I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind\n When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find\n\n No he didn't but I'll you\n\n Hook:\n I tell you what good with deez some and the how\n Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)\n\n Right out the alleys of Cali\n Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one\n Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood\n\n Watch us bring wreck quick\n Road Dawgs the next kick\n Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip\n\n 235 thick\n Ingelwood Illtown click\n\n Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix\n\n Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues\n\n Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools\n And slaying crews\n\n Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle\n\n In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle\n\n Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty\n Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me\n\n Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb\n Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya\n It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow\n Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow\n\n Treach:\n Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines\n So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines\n Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks\n So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles\n Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox\n Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way\n Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey\n Three letters describing that ass here's a clue\n S-C-K the only thing missing is you\n Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton\n Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums\n Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap\n Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap\n A black alley cats can catch my back\n And to that and these scrap\n Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks\n Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back\n You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends\n But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims\n That's how it go that's how we roll pow!\n Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n\n Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision\n Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'\n Keep my material similar to a serial killer\n Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller\n\n Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter\n pat\n Pats to better brat packs\n I'm airing shit out like DAT\n Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings\n Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven\n\n Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop\n Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not\n Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk\n It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault\n I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit\n Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT\n To your advantage if you could manage the damage\n I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded\n\n Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards\n Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse\n On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary\n That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry\n Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'\n From the beatin' ya seekin'\n Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'\n\n On time for too much tough talk\n Nigga walk and keep walking\n Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking\n\n I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late\n Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state\n\n Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag\n Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag\n\n Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds\n A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown\n\n This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on\n With more thong then Janet with her panties on\n Ya best to get it out the way boy\n The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow\n\n Hook\n"},{"id":5532062,"name":"Written on Ya Kitten - Q-Funk Radio Edit","trackName":"Written on Ya Kitten - Q-Funk Radio Edit","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Written on Ya Kitten/Klickow-Klickow","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"L-Burna (Layzie Bone)\nMiscellaneous\nThug By Nature\n(L-Burna)\nI'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it\nMy nigga, I G it\nGot a few things that's on my mind\nSo nigga gon' listen up while I free it\nWhatever's needed, I'ma get it\nAnd if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it\nAll of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it\nLil Lay commited (damn right)\nNiggas is bucklin' up under pressure\nNevertheless still screamin' they thugs\nIf crap don't work for the number 1\nI'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs\nAin't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\nOpen up shop at the first of the month\nNigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\nUntil I'm done up, dead and gone\nYou can look at my life and call me bad\nBut nigga, you read me wrong\nAnd, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\nIf it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\nWell I refuse to be broke\nI'm contemplatin' murder on the government\nDesporito be the motto\nAll shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\nAtend hut, two, three, fo'\nSoldiers get your paper\nNigga, you die if you a hater\nTake it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nNow, it's a few rules to the game\nBy now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\nNumber one when you get your paper\nDon't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\nGod bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\nNow, when you rollin' in a Benz\nEverybody be out for your ends\nYou really don't know who the fuck your friends\nAnd paranoia might overrule ya\nBut look to the future, don't blink\nNigga, and your ship might sink\nEndin' up dead or in the clink\nAnd it take a raw dog\nMothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\nNow, I got a style and you got a style\nBut is the weight gon' pull you down?\nNot me, I'm blowin' pounds\nI see a cloud that's how I do it\nPicture me rollin' thru a city near you\nAnd stayin' true to it\nNigga, you seen me in the video\nI know you seen me at the bar\nSeen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\nAnd you thinkin' I'm a star\nBut nigga, by far I'm just a thug\nMission sharper than a razor\nWhen you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\nI'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n(L-Burna)\nRoll, come and roll with me\nAs I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\nYou can hear the police sirens blazin'\nAfter these niggas that's paper chasin'\nThrowin' house parties in the basement\nHow niggas doin' it in the wasteland\nNigga, get down and dirty quickly\nReally, did he wanna commit that crime?\nOne for all my nigga, we had to grind\nWe had to get down for our crimes\nMental mindstate about money\nMurder and bitches, to say the less\nEven I know it ain't good to stress\nThese wicked streets really a test for all niggas\nMy niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\nNiggas ready for war for when we call niggas\nTalkin' about them raw niggas\nThrow your fist up take a chance\nNiggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\nWhat you tryin' to do, I did it\nHow you tryin' to live, I done lived it\nI only be fuckin' around with major moves\nNiggas done heard the stories\nIf your shit ain't tight then I played you fools\nYou losin' to get the glory\nThat's straight up and down\nNigga, pound for pound, round for round\nWe can make this happen\nNiggas be snappin', guarenteed satisfaction\nBringin' y'all nothin' but action\nNigga this here is what the game made me\nBut Layzie, I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\nNigga this here is what the game made me, made me\nI'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be\n\nCause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Written on Ya Kitten - Q-Funk Radio Edit\n artist: Naughty By Nature\n album: Written on Ya Kitten/Klickow-Klickow\n duration_ms: 261000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n L-Burna (Layzie Bone)\n Miscellaneous\n Thug By Nature\n (L-Burna)\n I'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it\n My nigga, I G it\n Got a few things that's on my mind\n So nigga gon' listen up while I free it\n Whatever's needed, I'ma get it\n And if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it\n All of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it\n Lil Lay commited (damn right)\n Niggas is bucklin' up under pressure\n Nevertheless still screamin' they thugs\n If crap don't work for the number 1\n I'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs\n Ain't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'\n Open up shop at the first of the month\n Nigga, continue my creepin' on a come up\n Until I'm done up, dead and gone\n You can look at my life and call me bad\n But nigga, you read me wrong\n And, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'\n If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for\n Well I refuse to be broke\n I'm contemplatin' murder on the government\n Desporito be the motto\n All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow\n Atend hut, two, three, fo'\n Soldiers get your paper\n Nigga, you die if you a hater\n Take it from a thug by nature, by nature\n\n Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n (L-Burna)\n Now, it's a few rules to the game\n By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know\n Number one when you get your paper\n Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's\n God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy\n Now, when you rollin' in a Benz\n Everybody be out for your ends\n You really don't know who the fuck your friends\n And paranoia might overrule ya\n But look to the future, don't blink\n Nigga, and your ship might sink\n Endin' up dead or in the clink\n And it take a raw dog\n Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile\n Now, I got a style and you got a style\n But is the weight gon' pull you down?\n Not me, I'm blowin' pounds\n I see a cloud that's how I do it\n Picture me rollin' thru a city near you\n And stayin' true to it\n Nigga, you seen me in the video\n I know you seen me at the bar\n Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'\n And you thinkin' I'm a star\n But nigga, by far I'm just a thug\n Mission sharper than a razor\n When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya\n I'm a thug by nature, by nature\n\n Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah\n (Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')\n (Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)\n\n (L-Burna)\n Roll, come and roll with me\n As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!\n You can hear the police sirens blazin'\n After these niggas that's paper chasin'\n Throwin' house parties in the basement\n How niggas doin' it in the wasteland\n Nigga, get down and dirty quickly\n Really, did he wanna commit that crime?\n One for all my nigga, we had to grind\n We had to get down for our crimes\n Mental mindstate about money\n Murder and bitches, to say the less\n Even I know it ain't good to stress\n These wicked streets really a test for all niggas\n My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball\n Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas\n Talkin' about them raw niggas\n Throw your fist up take a chance\n Niggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it\n What you tryin' to do, I did it\n How you 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nHallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\nI'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\nThe dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\nI go for cats, plus I ball hard\n'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\nSo I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\nSo I can take a cat nap\nOh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\nSo if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\nI see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\nJust make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\nThat's when they hit us with our props\nMake sure the room is hot and locked\nWith \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\nI hit it chill and leave happily\nAnd if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\nYou don't ever let me get a little bit\nFor the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\nAlways do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\nSome do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\nOh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\n[01:14.39] Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n[01:18.08] On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n[01:20.97] City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n[01:21.78] Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n[01:24.86] Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n[01:27.32] Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n[01:28.92] Now every time her waterfall flows\n[01:30.95] I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n[01:34.84] Got my name written in missiles\n[01:36.88] Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n[01:38.95] I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n[01:42.30] 'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n[01:44.23] Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n[01:45.48] I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n[01:49.73] I saw your thing down in the ditches\n[01:51.98] Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n[01:54.85] Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n[01:56.54] And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n[01:59.37] Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n[02:04.67] Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n[02:09.56] Hallelujah! 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(Hopin' she's open, G)\n start_ms: 70260\n end_ms: 74390\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n start_ms: 74390\n end_ms: 78080\n- text: On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n start_ms: 78080\n end_ms: 80970\n- text: City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n start_ms: 80970\n end_ms: 81780\n- text: Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n start_ms: 81780\n end_ms: 84860\n- text: Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n start_ms: 84860\n end_ms: 87320\n- text: Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n start_ms: 87320\n end_ms: 88920\n- text: Now every time her waterfall flows\n start_ms: 88920\n end_ms: 90950\n- text: I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n start_ms: 90950\n end_ms: 94840\n- text: Got my name written in missiles\n start_ms: 94840\n end_ms: 96880\n- text: Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n start_ms: 96880\n end_ms: 98950\n- text: I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n start_ms: 98950\n end_ms: 102300\n- text: '''Cause I''m pushin'' bushes, givin'' mean ones'\n start_ms: 102300\n end_ms: 104230\n- text: Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n start_ms: 104230\n end_ms: 105480\n- text: I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n start_ms: 105480\n end_ms: 109730\n- text: I saw your thing down in the ditches\n start_ms: 109730\n end_ms: 111980\n- text: Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n start_ms: 111980\n end_ms: 114850\n- text: Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n start_ms: 114850\n end_ms: 116540\n- text: And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n start_ms: 116540\n end_ms: 119370\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n start_ms: 119370\n end_ms: 124670\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n start_ms: 124670\n end_ms: 129560\n- text: Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n start_ms: 129560\n end_ms: 132060\n- text: I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n start_ms: 132060\n end_ms: 135360\n- text: The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n start_ms: 135360\n end_ms: 137360\n- text: '''Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches'\n start_ms: 137360\n end_ms: 140470\n- text: I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n start_ms: 140470\n end_ms: 142220\n- text: '''Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog'\n start_ms: 142220\n end_ms: 145600\n- text: So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n start_ms: 145600\n end_ms: 147530\n- text: So I can take a cat nap\n start_ms: 147530\n end_ms: 150660\n- text: Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n start_ms: 150660\n end_ms: 152950\n- text: So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n start_ms: 152950\n end_ms: 155590\n- text: I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n start_ms: 155590\n end_ms: 158530\n- text: Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n start_ms: 158530\n end_ms: 161030\n- text: That's when they hit us with our props\n start_ms: 161030\n end_ms: 161350\n- text: Make sure the room is hot and locked\n start_ms: 161350\n end_ms: 164310\n- text: With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n start_ms: 164310\n end_ms: 165880\n- text: I hit it chill and leave happily\n start_ms: 165880\n end_ms: 167980\n- text: And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n start_ms: 167980\n end_ms: 170930\n- text: You don't ever let me get a little bit\n start_ms: 170930\n end_ms: 173330\n- text: For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\n start_ms: 173330\n end_ms: 175430\n- text: Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\n start_ms: 175430\n end_ms: 178310\n- text: Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n start_ms: 178310\n end_ms: 180990\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n start_ms: 180990\n end_ms: 186210\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n start_ms: 186210\n end_ms: 190730\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 190730\n end_ms: 208940\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n start_ms: 208940\n end_ms: 217270\n- text: Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n start_ms: 217270\n end_ms: 221660\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 221660\nplain: |-\n Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again\n I'm makin' other people's pussycats max if your nookie\n That's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist\n Rub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice\n Plenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady\n I got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby\n Kitty kat hittin' kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest\n Straight from my shower to your sauna, yup!\n Next crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew\n This is what we do, ménage à trois we do\n Too mean, too mad, too much to handle\n Name is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle\n And if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff\n Come take a shortcut to Fort Nuts!\n Many praise the way we play\n Well, you know, what can I say?\n Hit 'em low!\n\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat\n City titty cat, witty, pretty cat\n Oh where the hell is kitty cat\n Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad\n Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws\n Now every time her waterfall flows\n I'm at the tip of her toes, goin' \"Yo, GERONIMO!\"\n Got my name written in missiles\n Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials\n I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb\n 'Cause I'm pushin' bushes, givin' mean ones\n Cook up the stew and keep steppin'\n I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception\n I saw your thing down in the ditches\n Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry, plus the dishes\n Before the hittin', throw on your mitten\n And don't stop stickin' until it's written on her kitten\n\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\n I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day\n The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches\n 'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches\n I go for cats, plus I ball hard\n 'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog\n So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat\n So I can take a cat nap\n Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep\n So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet\n I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got\n Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box\n That's when they hit us with our props\n Make sure the room is hot and locked\n With \"Gangsta Bitch\" in the boombox\n I hit it chill and leave happily\n And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe\n You don't ever let me get a little bit\n For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)\n Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten\n Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten\n\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? (Hopin' she's open, G)\n Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?\n"}]