Текст песни Das EFX f C-Dogg, PMD - Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes
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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) YeahWe`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-DoggCos I does a little dance, make a little loveI get the fuck down tonightYo I`m lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessonsI fry that ass up like I`m WessunSo come equipped and I don`t 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 fuckin Crown HeightsAin`t no chips on my shoulder, strictly bouldersMy shit be on point like a soldierIt`s the evil that men do, who we do?I do you and your whole fuckin cliqueClick, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stopI wet that ass up like a mopWell lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verseIt`s 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 I`ma get rougherIt`s the quart drinker so turn up the levelI came to get raw plus wicked like the devilIt`s the no-hold-barred, shit is wildI got the eye to the double Land I don`t be no rookie or no beginnerI gets badder than a motherfuckin sinnerHook (x8):(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)Verse 2: C-Dogg, PMDReady to rock rough rhymesIt`s the C-Dogg back with 12 new ridesWit the ill all-out tight shit for your headIt`s the man that`ll make nigga`s 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 skillIt`s 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 don`t front (Never that nigga)We`re comin mad thick and we`re on the huntSo why you wanna test and end up in a messI`m comin mad wilder than the WestI leave you sooped like a sale, I never failI boost a track up like the third railFake MC`s endangered like a speciesYour shit stinks like motherfuckin faecesI`m chillin and relaxin in the maxinYour style is improper like a fractionYo I`m out to get mine (Get yours nigga)HookVerse 3: Dray, BooksWell lemme come and get a little bit, son I`m feelin it, it`s 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 DutchI`m 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 wouldn`t wanna be yaY`know 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 dayWe`re walkin down the street, we`re watchin bitches like slayNiggas rave and rant but can`t get it, dig itShit is on lock and motherfuckers can`t pick itI`m runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy BlassyMy rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxiPerhaps we should leave ya layin on ya backI`m 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 fuckin with bread and butter, cousinNigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracyThe limit`s the sky, I`m stayin high like acesbut doper, my styles is fat like Al RokerChiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don`t know yaBiggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swineNigga I`mHookSon, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy DasSolid Scheme, word bond son (Shit come thick)Y`nah how we do!