Creature (feat. Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko) - Jelly Roll

Rata, rata Blocka, blocka, blocka Ayy, fucking ratas Kaliko, Kaliko, campos Who got day one on the trigger, I do Real nigga say Who got day one on the trigger, I do Real nigga, ayy Why you gotta do it? (Why?) Why you gotta do it? (Bitch) Why you gotta do it? Why you gotta spew it? (Ayy) Why you gotta spew it? (I don't know) That's so fucking foolish In my book, never been a pardon When the yapping happens, capping in your jargon Babble yells, that'll fail I bet you been a tattletale since kindergarten He's punked, we dump the punk, debunked, no sin again We bump P Funk, he slumps, Glee jump, so feminine That's why he's a cop dressed in his block best, but a hot mess Never do know how to talk less So we plot stretch, when you got next? Two in the ten, he doing again He gonna rat on you and a friend, then you in the pen He gonna mix it up and try to put you and the crew in the blend He gonna tell, then the screwing begin El capo debacle, that is what he can offer Depend on him and then in a rut he can toss you He claim he down, dirty, and muddy but softer Than cotton candy, me and my buddies'll off you Anything go down, bro? I don't know, I don't know We just make the sound, yo I don't know, I don't know You gon' make these hounds go Round your crown, so One, two, one, two, three, ayy Rata (Rata, rata) We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka) We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do) Stomp you like a cucaracha Say goodbye to your day, ayy Koba, you's a fucking mentirosa (Say it again, ayy) Koba, you's a fucking mentirosa Yeah, he a traitor, Joe, he's a hater, moe Wanna get up in the mix and delay the dough Man, I heard he nerdy but he play the role Of a killer, iller than I spray this flow Why you got to go and (Spread lies) That's when all my homies (Dead flies) And that's when all the evil lying ass Straight divisive ice up in your (Head dies) What in the cup string, the cup doohickey? Why you got to be a true sissy When you know I'm carrying a tool with me? Everybody know that you iffy Gonna be on your head in a cool jiffy All I'm saying is the dude's sickly You believe him or not like you view Ripley, I'm gone Gun on my waist, yeah, gun on my waist You gotta pay 'Cause you're taking the food out my baby mouth house nigga, Watch what you say 'Cause if you cross the line (Oh yeah) This not gon' happen one more time Say, say goodbye to your day, yeah Anything go down, bro? I don't know, I don't know We just make the sound, yo I don't know, I don't know You gon' make these hounds go Round your crown, so One, two, one, two, three, ayy Rata (Rata, rata) We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka) We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do) Stomp you like a cucaracha Say goodbye to your day, ayy Rata (Rata, rata) We go cuckoo, we go blocka (Blocka, blocka) We go do-do with the chopper (Do-do-do-do-do) Stomp you like a cucaracha Say goodbye to your day, ayy

Ooh, yeah So good Hey, you love the way that I groove it My rhythm making you move it You loving what I say So hot I need a wet face towel Yates style, kill 'em all and now I got too many case files Locked in beats, somebody Rakim'd me That mean I'm a top MC Tryna be the best the only way to buss While so many made a fuss At the same time when they meet N9ne They didn't wanna speak rhyme You wanna know the first thing that they say to us? They say You smelling so good I'm so glad I walked by your way Damn you smell good They say You smelling so good What do you call that I gotta have some I like that fresh fresh I smell like less stress Every nose get a whiff of the Tech's neck or Tech's chest No talking 'bout special FX, she want sex next Cause I'm in this splendid She wanna be blended like Tech's mix So to hell with the sales Having mail is to fail When it comes off my love pale Leaving trails when I bell Now your gal's in a spell When I walk by this what she yell by my smell It takes me on a vacation Like a breeze overseas They indeed love my Creed My good deed makes me cheese Begging please on they knees Wanna link up, they telling me what they need Just give me an invitation A pretty penny is what you pay for dust Of an angel, all ya gotta do is spray enough Instead of wanting you to play your stuff You wanna know what they say to us? They say You smelling so good I'm so glad I walked by your way Damn you smell good They say You smelling so good What do you call that I gotta have some Yeah she said I smell delicious like a fruit then pick it there Looks like you hit the lotto, I'ma be your ticket now A scent that's sent from Heaven if I let you sniff it here And I show you how to ball without dribbling At her like all of my siblings I done evolved with what my feelings is That I can take any woman you got My belly's the pot and I'm not really hot but I Smell like the ink of a, stink of a money phone if I wink at her She'll get a whiff of this honeycomb, she say It takes me on a vacation Well throw some clothes together, we can go wherever The hint of me winning a women's attention is what I be into Quit the grinning, drop the linen like we go together and It feels just like mastur- Hold up, I get in your mind like a controller She be sleeping in my shirt is what I told her And she'll be thinking about me when I'm gone Ask of me, what the hell you got on and I'll say Me or maybe you Damn you smell good Then why don't you bottle me up The only way that you could smell like me Is if you could put me on you Yeah

Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll My brother, you ought to been there Yes, my Lord A sitting in the kingdom To see ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll My mother, you ought to been there Yes, my Lord A sitting in the kingdom To see ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To see ol' Jordan roll

Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, might of took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I've left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, you're promised misery Oh when you're movin' around from town to town Roll ooh roll Made lots of money just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm goin' I don't know - oh - oh Roll-oh gypsy roll