Текст (слова) песни: Das Efx - Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes

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

Were 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 Im lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons

I fry that ass up like Im wessun

So come equipped and I dont 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

Aint no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders

My shit be on point like a soldier

Its 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

Its 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 ima get rougher

Its the quart drinker so turn up the level

I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil

Its the no-hold-barred, shit is wild

I got the eye to the double l

And I dont 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

Its the c-dogg back with 12 new rides

Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head

Its the man thatll make niggas 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

Its 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 dont front (never that nigga)

Were comin mad thick and were on the hunt

So why you wanna test and end up in a mess

Im 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 mcs endangered like a species

Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces

Im chillin and relaxin in the maxin

Your style is improper like a fraction

Yo Im out to get mine (get yours nigga)

Hook

Verse 3: dray, books

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son Im feelin it, its 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

Im 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 wouldnt wanna be ya

Yknow 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

Were walkin down the street, were watchin bitches like slay

Niggas rave and rant but cant get it, dig it

Shit is on lock and motherfuckers cant pick it

Im 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

Im 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 limits the sky, Im stayin high like aces

But doper, my styles is fat like al roker

Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I dont know ya

Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine

Nigga im

Hook

Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das

Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)

Ynah how we do!

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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 Its 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 ima get rougher Its the quart drinker so turn up the level I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil Its the no-hold-barred, shit is wild I got the eye to the double l And I dont 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 Its the c-dogg back with 12 new rides Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head Its the man thatll make niggas 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 Its 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 dont front (never that nigga) Were comin mad thick and were on the hunt So why you wanna test and end up in a mess Im 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 mcs endangered like a species Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces Im chillin and relaxin in the maxin Your style is improper like a fraction Yo Im out to get mine (get yours nigga) Hook Verse 3: dray, books Well lemme come and get a little bit, son Im feelin it, its 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 Im 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 wouldnt wanna be ya Yknow 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 Were walkin down the street, were watchin bitches like slay Niggas rave and rant but cant get it, dig it Shit is on lock and motherfuckers cant pick it Im 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 Im 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 limits the sky, Im stayin high like aces But doper, my styles is fat like al roker Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I dont know ya Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine Nigga im Hook Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick) Ynah how we do! Нравится песня? 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