Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Ready, artist - Boyz N Da Hood.
Date of issue: 20.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Ready |
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up |
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood |
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up |
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up |
I’m ready, when you ready |
If yall ready, well nigga we ready |
I’m ready, if you ready |
When yall ready, nigga we ready |
A, who, I got a tag on my head dey wanna kill me |
A couple tones and I kick dem niggas remember me |
Dem niggas scared of me, dey don’t wanna see my crew |
Dey talkin in code he sayin what dey finna do |
I let dem killas loose, try me Imma finish you |
Fuck it won’t you say it den, motha fucka spray me den |
Where da hell Zone 3, damn there go Big Gee |
Homegrown red dirt, watch on head buss |
Why home tried us, I’d unside us |
Find on da blind side, half em tied up |
Task folks tried us, masked up 9 up |
Masked up, Blast up, Ass up partna |
Give a nigga a couple grand, have ya ass a wonderland |
Walkin with dat holy ghost, bushin up da motha land |
Ya already know my name, hood dey call me Big Gee |
Wit panicles on bicycles, on binnacles on Zone 3 (Edge) |
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up |
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood |
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up |
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up |
I’m ready, when you ready |
If yall ready, well nigga we ready |
I’m ready, if you ready |
When yall ready, nigga we ready |
I got a mean appetite call me Starvin Marvin |
Cuz I trap all night, at da Starvin Marvin |
Chop neva scarred, not by far ho |
Da chopper spell my name out in yo Monte Carlo |
Suggest you keep it cool, keep it on da up and up |
Get yo front on da scope, and yo chest gone open up |
I leave ya shirt wet, like Slip N' Slide |
Fuck wit real niggas like Mr. Exit 65 |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ya had a fair one, and hommie look what you dun done |
Now ya talking loud while ya runnin to ya car |
Before ya pop ya trunk, Imma have to pull ya card |
At the Amoco, over there on Boulevard |
Somebody call the cops cuz I’m finna catch a charge |
Ya tried to play hard, its concrete from Jump Street |
Now ya slumped on ya front seats somewhere on Front Street |
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up |
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood |
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up |
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up |
I’m ready, when you ready |
If yall ready, well nigga we ready |
I’m ready, if you ready |
When yall ready, nigga we ready |
I’m robbin everything, runnin through ya trap house |
First nigga move, turn into da Slaughterhouse |
Dats a lot of beef, ya shouldn’t run ya mouth |
I got some killas on da West dat’ll make ya walk it out |
Snap ya neck pussy nigga make ya lean back |
Big mess in da car couldn’t clean dat |
Tappin through da CB, I’m tryin to get some feedback |
Hit da safe house, where da dope and da weed at |
Monkey niggas in da game, yall orangutan |
I’m Gorilla, civil back pentane |
45 spifin with some black John Wayne |
If a nigga wanna test em man dey wouldn’t find a thang |
I don’t give a dam, about you rappas feelins |
Aint nobody feedin me but junior hoes aint weed |
If you want it you can get it man, in case you get to squealin |
Dis is Boyz N Da Hood, Back in Da Chevy and we dealin |
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up |
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood |
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em up |
Tryin to rep his side and we gone throw em up |
I’m ready, when you ready |
If yall ready, well nigga we ready |
I’m ready, if you ready |
When yall ready, nigga we ready |