Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rugged-n-Raw, artist - PMD. Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rugged-n-Raw |
| Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh |
| I’m blast the cold blast, I’m back to cold blast |
| (Yo don’t erase that intro!) |
| Chorus: repeat 4X (with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts) |
| I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw |
| The PMD the mic’s my only friend |
| repeat Chorus |
| Verse One: PMD |
| I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut |
| Hit Squad on live, PMD’s like what (what?) |
| I’m too rough, gettin snuffed all in the cut |
| Get with the rugged raw shit, catch a nigga in the gut |
| Cause I’m Blass and niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger |
| Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz |
| So throw your hands up in the air like you don’t care |
| Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear |
| That’s that b-boy shit, grab your big dick |
| Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit |
| Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip |
| Don’t like beefs or jealousy fucks? |
| It’s mass confusion niggaz losin by the minute tryin to win it But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it Verse Two: |
| Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it’s the, slow-flow mechanic |
| Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic |
| and you don’t stop, got the Hit Squad backin me Spark your L’s, honies sip your daquiri |
| Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and |
| lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman |
| hat, it ain’t over til the fat chickenhead catch |
| wreck, snap that bitch neck |
| I show and prove niggaz best to move slow |
| The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone’s my only |
| friend, can’t even trust nobody |
| Cause next thing you know I’m fuckin bustin somebody |
| My shadow got my back and that’s the way it goes |
| Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes |
| Respect my flows then release it for the brothers |
| One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners |
| I keep a close knit quick to roast click |
| Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit |
| It don’t quit, it don’t stop, and never will and |
| so kill it, I’m strictly hardcore so you can see it |