Beatnuts - R.U. Ready II Lyrics
f/ Grand PubaYo yo yo pass that shit, pass that shit(What we gonna do right here is)UghYeah yeah yeahY'all ready for this?Wha wha wha whaWho is it?Who up in this piece?[ Psycho Les ]It's the wicked, with another winner hitStickin ho's like I'm supposed to be, innocent (Ugh!)Once again, let's get this set poppinI got your head noddin and there ain't no stoppinThis here, crystal clear, pour it in your ear and let it sot upGimme the cash and just shut upTell me who brought those streets from Queens that bud specialChronic choke, pull it, it pops your blood vesselThe hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too(What else?) Produce and rap, tooBless you like I hatchewBasslines I'm throwin at youLike pshhh, du-du-du-dum[ JuJu ]I bust my gat lovely, low down, dirty and uglyShortly developped a taste for good bubblyDon't bug me cause all the girls love meAnd a lot of you cats is gettin wrapped in a rug, BYou all late, why you mad I got my own plate?Think you niggas wouldn't catch it for the long case?Ghetto pro, now you know, get the name straightHoldin it down since them cables with the name plate[ Grand Puba ]Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mintGrand time to represent flava so strongFills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh, I don't like chokeGotta get paid so it's time to go for brokeBeatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'emNiggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'emI kick the flow for the niggas with the bald headsDreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho'sOops! I didn't mean to call you ho, *****But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit!So let's get down with one of New York's finestSeed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinusGrand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad styleBeatnuts comin' with the rugged (Hey there, watch out now!)It's on mother*****er, can't you see that?No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?[ ad libs ]
