Представляем точный текст композиции "Batter Up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Rottin Raskalz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Batter Up» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Rottin Raskalz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Rottin Raskalz - "Batter Up"
Lyrics to Batter Up : 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Its Trigger Treach) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (The Punani Don) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Down with the Naughty By Nature) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (... [Treach] Feel the force of the thump funk Freak the streets, I figure Picture, payback aint a bitch Its nasty nigga named Trigger A tisket, a tasket Packs the ghetto bastard All that shit sellin like hot cakes and caskets Im slick, quick, flick like a photo, Im mobile Ill blast it, you get your ass bent like the bogle I wont cross the street but I might Me lay like half the way And if the groove is far for me I catch a cab to Calloway The wind blew, my Buddha went to blast But Teddy was ready with his chair So we rolled, and he Pendergrass That was some 19-Naughty-7 shit, right The Rottin Raskalz throwin jam was gonna come leavin Dolomite [Chorus] 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Whos up to set it, nigga') 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Whos up, its Bad Newz) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Headache & Bad Newz, Headache & Bad Newz) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Real Gs thats hard to deal with) [Headache & Bad Newz] Crews try to diss and get cracked like cashews Heres a new Cruddy coalition, Headache & Bad Newz Little fags get the dick, my clique is too thick Im livin fine, with my nine on my motherfuckin hip Little cities get mashed out, boy, dont ever try Down the hill is where I chill, representin Double I Raw clique, load up the nine and cock the chamber back Macs get jacked by this rough rugged maniac My rhymes are brand made, nigga, and never artificial Suckers battle an I get in they ass like toilet tissue Hit the deck, Double I is on a killin spree If you aint naughty you cant see me on the M-I-C Niggas get wrecked when they step in my section Always wreckin reckless, so you better wear protection [Chorus] 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Whos up..) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Im livin for Double I) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Love Child is on deck) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (So check it, this is the Road Dawgs) [member of Road Dawgs] Nigga what' You want the most notorious kickin Cali killa Like Ice-T Im reckless Check this, when I be flexin with the correctness Huh, me and the Double I I got deep down on your female Im gonna scoop her right Ima supa fly, that stay faithful I bet you motherfucker catch a nickel plate, fool My people sing for me to rock this If you riff you be a myth like that lake about the Loch Ness Shit! I got a tight stitch I thank the hood, I all like this to put a hit out on the first white bitch A small illustration, similar to a photo So you can see, just how it be Since you dont know though [Chorus] 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Trigger Slash) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Whos up, its Automatic) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Its the Steel click) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Wreckin the the Steel, wreckin with the Steel) [Trigger Slash of Steel Handlers] Pass me a ['''''] Louisville slugger So I can get busy and blow a fuse in this motherfucker Trigger Slash bringin wreck to the shit With my nigga Automatic, comin straight from the Steel clique You know what comes to show when I rip it raw These Illtown ruffnecks, yeah, we got nuff props [Automatic of Steel Handlers] Lucky, lucky whos up next Its the man bringin mad wreck ''' down my mossie, you know the comps no threat The lunatic is deuce Theres no use, you cant compete Check and push up if you wanna youll be layin in the street Im fed the fuck up, bustin off until my clips done Youre straight up dead wrong by thinkin you wont catch one [Chorus] 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Whos up, its Dies) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (And it be rottin to the core) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (The D-i-e-s-e-l to the extreme) [Diesel] Thats my word, you get served, doc, but as an adverb Keep bustin it and get you lip kicked to the curb Its bad bandit, nigga, you just hand it to me A whigger makin you, wont have a chance to G It seems to me, in this life span, no one man Could hold me back (A-yo, whats fuckin with that') Im skimpy like the blunt of a three-dollar bag You fag, I leave you bloody like a pat on a rag It dont matter, skippin steps on the ladder to the top When I rock, blow up the spot like an explosive speed knot My limits has no borders Runnin like Ricky Waters Fuck authority, boy, we not takin orders [Chorus] 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Fam has assembled) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (.. 1-2-3 Im up to bat (The name still stands as Fam) 1-2-3 Im up to bat (Representin Rottin Razkals) [Fam] No styles gets phatness, just like class, you ass Pull up a hole, you talk so much shit Your nation be comole So Ima flush you like some Tiny Bowl Step to the side and then witness a mighty role Ive been rolled in a new form of hip hop Rip shop, reality rap stays on top I knock your brain, to a-nother domain Its simple and plain You cant tame the insane Let me reframe, or should I just tell you my damn name Like window its pain for any nigga comin lame [Chorus] 1-2-3 Im up to bat 1-2-3 Im up to bat 1-2-3 Im up to bat 1-2-3 Im up to bat, so pitch me, MC [ Batter Up Lyrics ]
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