Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah (yeah son) On the mic one (no diggedy) For your mind Ready to rough rhymes yeah gonna set it off one time Ready to rock rough Here we go, yeah (Yo p, yo d why them bitches be on dick, let em know son)
Cos I does a little dance, make a little I get the fuck tonight Yo I'm lethal injections, teachin niggas lessons I fry ass up like I'm wessun So come equipped and I don't (why? ) Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a I got the mic in my grip, the is on my hip Just in niggas wanna flip I see my in sight, everything all right Comin out of fuckin crown Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly My shit be on like a soldier It's the that men do, who we do? I do you and your fuckin clique Click, the gun is on cock, niggas to stop I wet that ass up a mop
Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a So back up off the mic and let me rumble your woofer I got rough but I'm a get rougher It's the quart drinker so up the level I came to get raw plus like the devil It's the no-hold-barred, shit is I got the eye to the l And I don't be no or no beginner I gets than a motherfuckin sinner
Ready to rock rhymes
Ready to rock rough
Ready to rough rhymes
to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rough rhymes
to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough
Ready to rock rhymes
Ready to rock rough It's the c-dogg back 12 new rides Wit the ill all-out tight shit for head It's the man that'll nigga's rhymes proper dead So get ready, on my worst behavior Up in the booth breakin mad flavors So up off the mic and let me show my skill the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill Peace to my nigga dl wit the And peace to all my niggas on street And to ya ass niggas keep on walkin A dl year, the whole e is
Oh yeah, up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga) comin mad thick and we're on the hunt So why you wanna and end up in a mess I'm comin mad wilder the west I leave you sooped a sale, I never fail I boost a track up the third rail mc's endangered like a species Your shit stinks like faces I'm and relaxin in the maxin Your style is improper a fraction Yo I'm out to get (get yours nigga)
Ready to rock rhymes
Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the Niggas know the I got the steel in case the trouble-be Got more than isuzu, kid I bruise you Abuse you, my sewer style will you I got the touch so niggas spark the I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now and plus We kick that ass up off just like a lear See ya and too bad I wouldn't be ya Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga it up Cos if a think he got the flow, I sop it up So now get up so you can hear the rest of Yo boogie banger show them why we be the at this
Yo, yo niggas this, a nigga do justice like day We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like Niggas rave and rant but get it, dig it Shit is on lock and motherfuckers pick it I'm runnin with with more jewels than freddy blassy My rap drivin niggas crazy a taxi Perhaps we should leave ya on ya back I'm richer than rich and quicker with the gat, black For the cash I bash ya to make ya stutter Then I hit you the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin Nigga a-hah, then stash the tracy The limit's the sky, I'm high like aces But doper, my styles is fat like al Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't ya Biggity blow your mind, the beef and fuck the swine I'm
Ready to rock rhymes
Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, das Solid scheme, bond son (shit come thick)