| Ayyo, back around, there’s a new crew in town
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| The Mandingos, we get down, the Bad Brains
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| Rugged Man, yeah, we the type that steal your chain
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| Underground shit in case you don’t know our names
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| Yeah I got hip hop flowing through my veins
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| Stop that crazy thing jup-juppa-jup-juppa-Jane
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| Jamming, the Germanan, Deutschlanden
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| Standing, who the fuck let the Rugged Man in
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| I’m like you don’t know how we rock the show
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| And y’all can’t see how we bout to blow
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| It’s like budum budum, b-guitar off-beat retard he chubb, with the heat up
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| We are white-wigga-white-wh-white
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| You’re a gangster right, why you’re scared to fight?
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| I’m like Rugged Man eat y’all, defeat y’all
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| Educate you, teach y’all, to the beat y’all
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| How low can you go
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| Lower baby lower baby lower lower
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| How low can you go
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| Lower baby lower baby lower lower
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| Switch it up
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| High higher baby higher baby higher higher
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| All right put your hands in the sky
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| Higher baby higher baby higher higher
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| Rock rock on, rhythm, blues and soul
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| Get off the dancefloor, baby lose control
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| I’m like what you suckers can say to me?
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| Throw your hands in the air if you fuck for free
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| And girls put your hands up if you take money
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| And guys yell «hoes you ain’t getting shit from me»
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| Bombama, cock the hammer, shamalama, body slammer, that’s the way I am a
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| Now party people in the place to be
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| You see the Rugged Man rock on the m-i-c
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| Capital W-h-i-t-e
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| Ain’t not one rapper out there can fuck with me
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| Who we? |
| We the D-I-double B
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| Do your homework, let 'em learn your history
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| Hypnotic, hot shit robotic, pop rock, dirty dance erotic
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| Get, get retarded
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| How low can you go
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| Lower baby lower baby lower lower
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| How low can you go
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| Lower baby lower baby lower lower
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| Switch it up
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| High higher baby higher baby higher higher
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| All right put your hands in the sky
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| Higher baby higher baby higher higher
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| If you ain’t got a nickel to your name
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| And you still bringing none home with you then scream
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| You got a big fat nice juicy fat behind
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| You over 200 pounds, I’mma make you mine
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| See you in the club yeah we gonna bump and grind
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| And let’s party like it’s 1999
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| It’s 2000 Queens, NYC
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| Suffolk County, me, Washington D. C
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| All my dirty white people, raise the roof
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| All my dirty black people, raise the roof
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| It’s like we’re a band hand in hand, this ain’t just your ordinary jam,
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| It’s the Mandingo fam
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| And if you got big titties and a big fat ass
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| All my women in the house go get that cash
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| You see ain’t nobody messing with the Rugged Man
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| I’m back by unpopular demand
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| How low can you go
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| Lower baby lower baby lower lower
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| How low can you go
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| Lower baby lower baby lower lower
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| Switch it up
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| High higher baby higher baby higher higher
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| All right put your hands in the sky
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| Higher baby higher baby higher higher |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Low , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album Die, Rugged Man, Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп