Lyrics Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes - Das EFX

Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes

For your motherfuckin mind
(*ready to rock rough rhymes*---→redman) yeah
Were gonna set it off one time
(*ready to rock rough rhymes*)
Here we go, yeah yeah
(yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)
Verse 1: pmd, c-dogg
Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo Im lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like Im wessun
So come equipped and I dont slip (why?)
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
Comin out of fuckin crown heights
Aint no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
Its the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop
Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
Its the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but know ima get rougher
Its the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
Its the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the eye to the double l And I dont be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner
Hook (x8):
(*ready to rock rough rhymes*)
Verse 2: c-dogg, pmd
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Its the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
Its the man thatll make niggas rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
Its the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the whole e is talkin
Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we dont front (never that nigga)
Were comin mad thick and were on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
Im comin mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake mcs endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faeces
Im chillin and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo Im out to get mine (get yours nigga)
Hook
Verse 3: dray, books
Well lemme come and get a little bit, son Im feelin it, its the bubbly
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the dutch
Im guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad I wouldnt wanna be ya Yknow the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this
Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
Were walkin down the street, were watchin bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but cant get it, dig it Shit is on lock and motherfuckers cant pick it Im runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
Im richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black!
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limits the sky, Im stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I dont know ya Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga im Hook
Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)
Ynah how we do!