Das Efx - Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes Lyrics
Intro:Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)On the mic one time (no diggedy)For your mother*****in mind(*ready to rock rough rhymes*----> redman) yeahWere gonna set it off one time(*ready to rock rough rhymes*)Here we go, yeah yeah(yo p, yo d why them *****es be on your dick, let em know son)Verse 1: pmd, c-doggCos I does a little dance, make a little loveI get the ***** down tonightYo Im lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessonsI fry that ass up like Im wessunSo come equipped and I dont slip (why? )Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a shipI got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hipJust in case niggas wanna flipI see my niggas in sight, everything aightComin out of *****in crown heightsAint no chips on my shoulder, strictly bouldersMy shit be on point like a soldierIts the evil that men do, who we do?I do you and your whole *****in cliqueClick, the gun is on *****, niggas need to stopI wet that ass up like a mopWell lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verseIts the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearseSo back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your wooferI got rough but know ima get rougherIts the quart drinker so turn up the levelI came to get raw plus wicked like the devilIts the no-hold-barred, shit is wildI got the eye to the double lAnd I dont be no rookie or no beginnerI gets badder than a mother*****in sinnerHook (x8):(*ready to rock rough rhymes*)Verse 2: c-dogg, pmdReady to rock rough rhymesIts the c-dogg back with 12 new ridesWit the ill all-out tight shit for your headIts the man thatll make niggas rhymes proper deadSo get ready, always on my worst behaviourUp in the booth yeah breakin mad flavorsSo back up off the mic and let me show my skillIts the scheme, yeah niggas got to chillPeace to my nigga dl wit the beatAnd peace to all my niggas on union streetAnd to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkinA dl year, the whole e is talkinOh yeah, bringin up the rear and we dont front (never that nigga)Were comin mad thick and were on the huntSo why you wanna test and end up in a messIm comin mad wilder than the westI leave you sooped like a sale, I never failI boost a track up like the third railFake mcs endangered like a speciesYour shit stinks like mother*****in faecesIm chillin and relaxin in the maxinYour style is improper like a fractionYo Im out to get mine (get yours nigga)HookVerse 3: dray, booksWell lemme come and get a little bit, son Im feelin it, its the bubblyNiggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-beGot more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise youAbuse you, my sewer style will confuse youI got the touch so niggas spark the dutchIm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plusWe kick that ass back up off just like a learSee ya and too bad I wouldnt wanna be yaYknow the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it upCos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it upSo now get up so you can hear the rest of thisYo boogie banger show them why we be the best at thisYo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like dayWere walkin down the street, were watchin *****es like slayNiggas rave and rant but cant get it, dig itShit is on lock and mother*****ers cant pick itIm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassyMy rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxiPerhaps we should leave ya layin on ya backIm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black!For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutterThen I hit you with the toast for *****in with bread and butter, cousinNigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracyThe limits the sky, Im stayin high like acesBut doper, my styles is fat like al rokerChiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I dont know yaBiggity blow your mind, ***** the beef and ***** the swineNigga imHookSon, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy dasSolid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)Ynah how we do!
