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Correct Headz Ain't Ready Lyrics
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Correct Headz Ain't Ready
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[Intro/Hook] Headz Ain't Ready for this Clik we got Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not [Louieville Sluggah] Nowadays I had it up to here, from my chest to my head When the buddha bless bless my head then the eyes are red Coming for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya You wanted to pop junk So now it's like a little Vigor I outta floor ya [Starang Wondah] Heads ain't ready got the original guns and machetes I pin that ass to the grass like I was Teddy Cause brothers ain't ready for the fros and the dreads Grab the Glock and hit ya from ya toes to ya head [Top Dawg] There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we Smoke so much brothers be asking Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clapping [Ruck] Heads ain't ready for what my clique got in store Cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war Shows get blown, hoes get thrown out the room Plus napkins for nitwits that ride these from now 'til noon Now assume - position, punks pissing they pants Cause lyrical skills is making you feel.. [Rock] Still if-in-case you didn't know how we be livin It's in, my nature to keep Robin like Givens For real doe, bring your steel bro' Kill or be killed jerk - you don't know So that leaves ya screwed like a dildo I still blow, punks I crush into dust Plus we got ya bucks (Who the warriors?) Rock and Ruck, and what? [Hook x2] [Tek + Steele] What's that aroma in the air? Trees So what that means son? Son that mean it's huntin season Time to stack papes do you got what it takes Can you react when your life's at stake? I rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree And keep the Taurus for my enemies Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik It gets realer so watch Steele serve justice Thirty-two degrees freeze until These MC's decide to relieve you of grievin [Buckshot] On my way from out of state, I hit my block F-A-P Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T Jus left my man brown nose Now we got a sack of the black for the shows Clothes, ain't really nothing to me But I stay with my Timberland tree, and my B-double-O-T-C Rock, the party, keep my hair notty Did you notice me flowing with potency Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently [Hook x2] [Ruck] Mr. McGee don't get me angry (why?) You wouldn't like it when I'm angry Ill thoughts to the dome start to change me Rearrange the, way I be kicking, my flavor Even my neighbours Notice a change in the Ruckus behaviour [Steele] Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this What I be smoking leave your monkey ass choking Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley You hardly ever saw me witout a bag of that bomb weed I wake up in the morning and chocolate's what starts it Reaching in my pocket for the roach to spark it [Top Dawg] I'm steppin in hotter this year Wit my bredern dry-tear, my cousin wit no fear So who - wanna come tess Top Dawg They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue [Tek] Here's Mr. Meaner, the crook with the mouth full Known for being live and rocking those flavor Timbos Half pass Lincoln, clothes dead and stinking Country boy got me just zoning and thinking Time to start stacking on you crab ass snakes Gotta move right, cause my rep's at stake Call up my dogs that's quick to bust P.N.C. take it back to the dust Now I got four eyes to watch my back Plus my own two make it a full six-pack Now we bring the ruckus to wannabe nuccas Bodying suckas like I change up my chuckas [Buckshot] Don't you know the W-a-r (war) Is o-n (on) open to them heads scoping Hoping they can get a bite, and write what I write But they don't know the night Keeps me and my Clik air tight (right) All you biters wanna chunk the script But your quick to take a flick By my side as you take my hand, giving the fake smile But I peeped you for awhile Ease off selector when the B.D. pulled your file Can I pull your card again, the Buck's guardian Is the Arm-a-Leg-Leg-Arm-a-Head So begin to drop the bombs (Heltah Skeltah) Booyah! [Rock] You ask for it, who want beef well here's war For this I packs twin automatic 4-4's Kids this ain't before don't even speak about my fleet Many pop junk but front when them see me Them not ready [Outro] Headz Ain't Ready for this Clik we got (them not ready) Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not (nah) Heady Ain't Ready for the Clik we got (we really ready) Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not (nah) Headz Ain't Ready.. for the Click we got (They ain't nowhere near ready)
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