Rowdy Rowdy

[Intro: Hell Razah]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, Hell Razah, 2000

Fuckin' ball already droppin'

What ya gonna do now, ha?

Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, get it +Rowdy Rowdy+

[Chorus: Hell Razah]

Is my GG'z, rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Is the PJ's rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my strip dancers gonna tip me (hell yeah!)

Is the DJ's rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my dropouts rollin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my alcoholics bent wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my weedheads smokin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my war soldiers watchin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, +Rowdy Rowdy+

[x3]

Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, WHAT!

[Hell Razah]

Roll out my red carpet, insert my cartridge

I got a hunger like a hostage in Kosovo

Run and tell so-and-so

+Bop Your Head+ to my promo's

We went from war to guns to 4-4's, to breakin' governmental barcodes

Now it's man vs. computer, 8000 CC's of brain

Who fell in love wit what they can't even claim

I can't maintain, and watch no blood suckers campain

Praise and pain, for months, turn to teardrops of rain

I stay ghetto like the 8 train, survive all this crack and cocaine

And still alive so I can rap and complain

Now we done dropped out to get cream

See school teachers turnin' the fiends

Wit strip dancers comin' out they g-strings

Wit nice thighs in them iceberg jeans

The projects, we the nation of kings

You too fly, then I'mmma clip wings

Some go to work, while others in sling

Elders and teens, indeed smoke weed til it's dark and cloudy

Don't fuckin' crout me, I'm too deep, you can't count me

Ask Clinton why we flippin' and be gettin rowdy

[Chorus: Hell Razah]

Is my out of staters wit me (hell yeah!)

Is the independent women wit me (hell yeah!)

Is the bar tender drinkin' wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my New York niggas wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my clothesline niggas wit me (hell yeah!)

Is my record label niggas wit me (hell yeah!)

Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, +Rowdy Rowdy+

[x3]

Get it +Rowdy Rowdy+, up in here, now, WHAT!

[Hell Razah]

We gettin' tired and sick

Of racist cats like Benjamin Smith

It's time to quit and unite both the Blood and the Crip

And shake Pataki up and smack up wit whoever he wit

And start rollin' wit this chosen +Ghetto Government+ shit

Kick ya welfare slavery plans, hospitals

And ya solitudes, and chicken food, a real Sun of Man

Shippin' drugs to open drug programs

Fill my ghetto up wit cigarette's and beer cans and new spy cams

We build this land up wit our bare hands, until America

Fold up and blow up wit our wicked Son of Sam

You disrespect me and that's where they vex me

We lookin' forward to bein' Maccabeez, not tryin' to be no Joe Pesci

You damn right we here to get it +Rowdy Rowdy+

Go get the Daily News and tell they camera crews to go and think about me...