DJ Khaled - They Ready Lyrics
[Verse 1: J. Cole]And you know it don't stop, grindin round that clockMasterminding my second album, my first album just droppedScored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flopSee I hustle like my momma but I look just like my popsAnd we still duckin cops, ride round and take shotsHennessy for my enemies, niggas know I'm takin they spotCause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way backJust like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop, Aesop get a gripOh that's your dream car? Nigga that's my old whipOh that's your dream girl? Nigga that's my old *****Oh that's your new flow? Nigga that's my old shit!This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas[Hook: Cole]One for the money, two for the showThree for them hoes saying anything goesThey say they ready for whatever!They say they ready for whateverI been around the world, twice to be exactSix bad *****es and they lapped up in the backThey say they ready for whatever!They say they ready for whatever[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knockGot the old school in my old school was to post up on yo blockYo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she boppedI hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stopSo ***** these haters, ***** these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they dropY'all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm notSo when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all popYou thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, ***** wait til my album dropSay that's yo new car? Nigga that's my old slabSay that's yo new *****? Nigga that's my old stabOh that's yo new flow? That shit sound so trashThis that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton niggaOne for the money, two for the showThree for no limit and the rest for death rowThat means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wroteAnd if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I knowI only desire to blow, she only desire to blowAnd I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumentalNow pick up my coatYou let that mother*****er drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the floor*****, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that isTelling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yeaProper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clearCop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switch gearsLiving my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uhThe other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh***** I'm demanding respect, these *****es is telling me take itDJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challengeAin't it[Hook]
