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