Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ruff & Rugged, artist - Psycho LesDate of issue: 08.08.2016
Song language: English
Ruff & Rugged |
| This is the original bad man squad and we no cater |
| We bring the lyrical danger and the fucking fire |
| Fi any guy who want cross off with murder |
| Alchemist, tell ‘em |
| Psycho, ruff |
| Those are words from the bible |
| Me and Psycho head spinning like wheels, I’m on a cycle |
| We arrived on typo confident like when a dice thrown |
| Marry right then I divorce her before the (Ruff) |
| High and low, rubber burn, tire smoke |
| Pushing ‘87 Chevy while glowing in heavy dough |
| Rock and ready flow, crazy yeti |
| Summer ready, ready |
| I’ve been training with Freddy Roach (Ruff) |
| In the ring, doing my thing |
| I don’t tripping on a physical string, but lengthless |
| Bus taking movers from Memphis (Ruff) |
| The Feds vandal, write my name on the benches |
| Me and Psych break down buildings and add extensions (Ruff) |
| Through another dimension, fuck up the game |
| Throw the wrench (start the fire) |
| Fuck that, turn up the tension (Ruff) |
| Swing anything get pitched I’m hitting |
| I’m shitting in my bakery with apron and mittens |
| Because we ruff |
| Jah know seh we well fabulous |
| Yah know seh we ruff |
| Alchemist in a dancehall bluff love |
| Said we ruff |
| Alchemist in a dancehall love |
| Said we ruff |
| Psycho Les said we raggamuffin tuff |
| Said we ruff |
| Jamalski me well dangerous |
| Psycho Les on this rap you know what this mean |
| Playboy rappers getting sliced into Swiss cheese |
| Please, make me a sandwich bitch |
| New York to Los Angeles |
| Ya’ll know what the fuck it is |
| And what is is I ain’t tryna hear these weak rappers |
| They’re so full of shit they need pampers |
| Get a box of Huggies faggot |
| And when I see you post up I spread ‘em on the attic |
| It’s the king of the pause button |
| Watch the suicide doors shutting |
| Slice the head off a deadly cobra |
| And slide off in the Shelby Cobra |
| It’s big Psych baby taking over |
| With the raw, no baking soda |
| Alchemist, about the twist |
| Some of that kush, we got a whole bush |
| (Who got the lighter) |
| Here, light something |
| (I want to get high) |
| Like a sky jumper |
| Got these chicks on the dancefloor dry humping |
| Got ‘em taking their pants off to try something |
| They’ve never experienced |
| And this is not a test or an experiment |
| It’s big site, Alchemist I know you feeling it |
| And if you hating it’s only cause fearing it |
| Because we ruff |
| Jah know seh we well fabulous |
| And we ruff |
| Psycho Les in a di place nah fudge |
| And we ruff |
| Jamalski well dangerous |
| Said we ruff |
| Alchemist, ragamuffin tough |
| Get everybody move and get everybody rocking |
| Rock pon the rhythm, we rock non stop |
| And sidung pon the rhythm and di rappers in dem league |
| Andsuh we sidung pon the rhythm and then we sidung steady |
| Alchemist, Psycho Les and Jamalski |
| We ruff |
| Ragamuffin yell seh we tough |
| And we ruff |
| Psycho Les in a di dance dangerous |
| Alchemist hope and mind say we tough |
| We sidung pon the rhythm cause we well dangerous |
| And we ruff |
| Jah know we nah bluff |
| And we ruff |
| From we come in a di dance fabulous |
| And we ruff |
| Jah know we ragamuffin tough |
| (WHo got a lighter) |
| Original bad bwoy fi dem |
| We kill soun' bwoy if and when |
| We nuh cater |