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Utwór: Ready to rock rough rhymes

  • wykonawca: Das EFX
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     Intro:
  Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
  On the mic one time (No diggedy)
  for your motherfuckin mind
  (*Ready to rock rough rhymes*----> Redman) Yeah
  We're gonna set it off one time
  (*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
  Here we go, yeah yeah
  (Yo P, yo D why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)
  Verse 1: PMD, C-Dogg
  Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
  I get the fuck down tonight
  Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
  I fry that ass up like I'm Wessun
  So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
  cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
  I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
  just in case niggas wanna flip
  I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
  comin out of fuckin Crown Heights
  Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
  My shit be on point like a soldier
  It's the evil that men do, who we do?
  I do you and your whole fuckin clique
  Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
  I wet that ass up like a mop
  Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
  It's the C-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse
  So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
  I got rough but know I'ma get rougher
  It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
  I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
  It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
  I got the eye to the double L
  and I don't be no rookie or no beginner
  I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner
  Hook (x8):
  (*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
  Verse 2: C-Dogg, PMD
  Ready to rock rough rhymes
  It's the C-Dogg back with 12 new rides
  Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
  It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
  So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
  Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
  So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
  It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
  Peace to my nigga DL wit the beat
  and peace to all my niggas on Union Street
  and to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
  A DL year, the whole E is talkin
  Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that nigga)
  We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
  So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
  I'm comin mad wilder than the West
  I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
  I boost a track up like the third rail
  Fake MC's endangered like a species
  Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces
  I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
  Your style is improper like a fraction
  Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours nigga)
  Hook
  Verse 3: Dray, Books
  Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the
  bubbly
  Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
  Got more coupe-rs than Isuzu, kid I bruise you
  abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
  I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
  I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
  we kick that ass back up off just like a Lear
  See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
  Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
  Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up
  So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
  Yo Boogie Banger show them why we be the best at this
  Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
  We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
  Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
  Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
  I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
  My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
  Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
  I'm richer than Richie Rich and quicker with the gat, black!
  For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
  Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
  Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
  The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
  but doper, my styles is fat like Al Roker
  Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
  Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
  Nigga I'm
  Hook
  Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
  Solid Scheme, word bond son (Shit come thick)
  Y'nah how we do!
  

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