Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready, artist - Black Rob. Album song The Black Rob Report, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Ready |
| Yo, BR, what up my dog |
| What up, okay |
| Yo kick that thing you kicked in the studio |
| Aight, yeah yo, what’s that joint? |
| Round town, I’m bound shake the ground |
| Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down |
| Round town, I’m bound shake the ground |
| Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down |
| And that’s how we approach these faggots |
| Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots |
| I’m sure all I gotta do is call my man |
| Forty Cal, watch yourself, I’ll spoil your plans |
| I’m the uptop gangsta, the star in the hood |
| One of the few mu’fuckas that ain’t scared of Suge |
| Fam, that was 9−5, man fuck the past |
| See niggas out there frontin, bodyguards up they ass, man |
| He’s Black Rob, he’s okay |
| Play and you’ll get robbed today |
| Ya’ll know how I’m coming through the Source Awards |
| «Somebody's jewels got jacked,» man it must’ve been yours |
| Ya’ll dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth |
| So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth |
| Ya’ll ain’t sell no records, made no cash yet |
| Fuck dude, cause my niggas is goons in every aspect |
| And don’t get beside yourself |
| A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man |
| He’s Black Rob, he’s a thug |
| Fuck with him you’ll get fucked up |
| Fam, I don’t threaten dudes, that’s a promise |
| That’s honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage (*kiss noise*) |
| Or get smart, read books by Nostradomus |
| Meanwhile, I’m deep-sea diving, oceanomics |
| I seen green, more green than the Sonics |
| More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard |
| The 9-mil stalk, I walk up on a nigga |
| Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr) |
| He’s Black Rob, he’s our friend |
| (???) is back again |
| Aw man, ya’ll niggas done got me hype |
| That’s it, we fit the same stereotype |
| If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that too |
| Fuck the model bitches, well we can screw that too |
| Yeah, man, notice I said «We,» she’s a J-U-M-P |
| Man, off top, fam, I got figures |
| In the game she’s fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true) |
| He’s Black Rob, he’s our man |
| If he can’t do it, NO ONE CAN! |
| Yeah, bout to put the whole game on smash |
| Alumni, I put the whole name on smash |
| After this, they gon' wanna lace me plenty |
| Who’s your man, cause they can’t make a JC Penney |
| Who’s your Bad Boy? |
| BR, back with the nutritious |
| Black attacks like a pit bull — vicious |
| It’s goin down, fam, I’mma bout to shake the ground |
| It’s uptown, holla at your man |
| Ready on the left… ready on the right |