Tonight the rhythm is gonna rip the mic (Smoke all night long)

Baby allnight long.
Daylight you still be rockin with the rhythm... Cru
And we'll rock on and on and on and on...

Mic check 1 to get ready hon
Peace to the rhythm (cough) Cru packin guns
And give me some funk that's wild and
And i'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo doo brownin
Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker
And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker
I'm in there like swimwear
Oh yeah
No diggi
And when I shoot my rose, you'd think my name was???
Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng)
And my favrite jams musta been by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves that's my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya
I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka
Cuz when I display my strong flow,
I gotcha in a sleepa life??? Strong bow
Heyya, heyya, heyya ho

Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio
And let me crush it,
With a new style few pile peices and bits
Into hits
Like this here cru
So calm down clown
When I come around
I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown
Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear
And peep out the sound from here
To Zaire
If this don't work, things get steep and deep
I'm runnin in the streets
And I'm playin for keeps
For now I crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock
Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock
Dread get me fed
End up dead
Cuz I'm phsyco
Choppin you down is the route that I might go
And that goes
For all my enemies and my foes
Pronto, pronto

Pronto (Cru) gimme yours
All that (Cru) lookin for me
You see (Cru) we droppin drawz
Pronto [what (Cru)] gimme yours
All that (Cru) lookin for me
You see (Cru) we droppin drawz
Pronto [what (Cru)] gimme yours
All that (Cru) lookin for me
You see (Cru) we droppin drawz
Pronto [what (Cru)] gimme yours
All that (Cru) lookin for me
You see (Cru) we droppin drawz

In L. I. P
This is how we be
Snappin necks
Stashin checks
And next on, cru
Neva with tha cru cuz the cru is screamin rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes
Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies
Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi
Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
I'm kinda low
Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J
I'd gladly tuesday for a bag of boom today
You got the boom, it's over
I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
Cha pass to chad pass???
We takin part of this to dr. Dre on sista b
It's like that yo (That yo)
Like that yo (That yo)
And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat (Cru), yo
Crazy legit the I'll (Cru) neccessary
To make you dance (Cru) off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a love bug like Herbie
I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie

You got crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves (Cru) strung
By the flip of a lip, by the flung
Of a tounge
Couldn't care less if the world blew up
But I wanna blow up before it blows
Thru flows
Of persistance
Wich make a difference
In my everyday existence
Causin me to go the long distance
But back to a simple style and type format
As I stomp on comp just like a doormat
This type stuff's under lock and key (key)
Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be)
Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa
Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga
Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga
Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga
So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio
This here (Cru) is type Pronto

Shat cru, cru, cru
Whaaat..... Whaat
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