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 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 bitches be on your dick let em know son)

PMD see Dogg
'cause I does a little dance make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin' niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like I'm Wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
'cause if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas want to flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
Comin' out of fuckin' Crown Heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin' clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop
Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
It's the see-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble through your woofer
I got rough but know I'ma 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, shit 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 motherfuckin' sinner

Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the see-Dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
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 niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga DL wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on Union Street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin'
A DL year, the whole E is talkin'
Oh yeah, bringin' up the rear and we don't front (Never that nigga)
We're comin' mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you want to 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 shit stinks like motherfuckin' faeces
I'm chillin' and relaxin' in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours nigga)

Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin' it, it's the
Bubbly
Niggas 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 niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a Lear
See ya and too bad I wouldn't want to be ya
Why'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
'cause if a nigga 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 niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin' down the street, we're watchin' bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin' with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
My rap drivin' niggas 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 fuckin' with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga 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 nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga I'm

Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Ready to rock rough rhymes

Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
Solid Scheme, word bond son (Shit come thick)
Why'nah how we do!
Correct  |  Mail  |  Print  |  Vote

Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes Lyrics

Das Efx – Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes Lyrics

Songwriters: Weston, Andre G / Hines, Willie D / Lynch, Derek Francisco / Charity, Christopher Allen
Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING

LyricFind
Lyrics term of use