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das efx - ready to rock rough rhymes lyrics

aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)
on the mic one time (no diggedy)
for your motherf-ckin mind
ready to rock rough rhymes yeah
we’re gonna set it off one time
ready to rock rough rhymes
here we go, yeah yeah
(yo p, yo d why them b-tches be on your d-ck, let em know son)

cos i does a little dance, make a little love
i get the f-ck down tonight
yo i’m lethal like injections, teachin n-gg-s lessons
i fry that -ss up like i’m wessun
so come equipped and i don’t slip (why? )
cos if you slip i sink that -ss just like a ship
i got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
just in case n-gg-s wanna flip
i see my n-gg-s in sight, everything all right
comin out of f-ckin crown heights
ain’t no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
my sh-t be on point like a soldier
it’s the evil that men do, who we do?
i do you and your whole f-ckin clique
click, the gun is on c-ck, n-gg-s need to stop
i wet that -ss up like a mop

well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
it’s the c-dogg yeah time to call a he-rs-
so back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
i got rough but know i’m a get rougher
it’s the quart drinker so turn up the level
i came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
it’s the no-hold-barred, sh-t is wild
i got the eye to the double l
and i don’t be no rookie or no beginner
i gets badder than a motherf-ckin sinner

ready to rock rough rhymes

ready to rock rough rhymes
it’s the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
wit the ill all-out tight sh-t for your head
it’s the man that’ll make n-gg-‘s rhymes proper dead
so get ready, always on my worst behavior
up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
so back up off the mic and let me show my skill
it’s the scheme, yeah n-gg-s got to chill
peace to my n-gg- dl wit the beat
and peace to all my n-gg-s on union street
and to ya fake -ss n-gg-s keep on walkin
a dl year, the whole e is talkin

oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don’t front (never that n-gg-)
we’re comin mad thick and we’re on the hunt
so why you wanna test and end up in a mess
i’m comin mad wilder than the west
i leave you sooped like a sale, i never fail
i boost a track up like the third rail
fake mc’s endangered like a species
your sh-t stinks like motherf-ckin faces
i’m chillin and relaxin in the maxin
your style is improper like a fraction
yo i’m out to get mine (get yours n-gg-)

ready to rock rough rhymes

well lemme come and get a little bit, son i’m feelin it, it’s the bubbly
n-gg-s know the deal i got the steel in case the trouble-be
got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid i bruise you
abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
i got the touch so n-gg-s spark the dutch
i’m guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
we kick that -ss back up off just like a lear
see ya and too bad i wouldn’t wanna be ya
y’know the deal when i see ya, n-gg- chalk it up
cos if a n-gg- think he got the flow, i sop it up
so now get up so you can hear the rest of this
yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this

yo, yo n-gg-s bust this, a n-gg- do justice like day
we’re walkin down the street, we’re watchin b-tches like slay
n-gg-s rave and rant but can’t get it, dig it
sh-t is on lock and motherf-ckers can’t pick it
i’m runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy bl-ssy
my rap drivin n-gg-s crazy like a taxi
perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
i’m richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black
for the cash i bash ya head to make ya stutter
then i hit you with the toast for f-ckin with bread and b-tter, cousin
n-gg- a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
the limit’s the sky, i’m stayin high like aces
but doper, my styles is fat like al roker
chiggity choke a n-gg- to sleep, i don’t know ya
biggity blow your mind, f-ck the beef and f-ck the swine
n-gg- i’m

ready to rock rough rhymes

son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
solid scheme, word bond son (sh-t come thick)

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