Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Low, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song Die, Rugged Man, Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
How Low |
Ayyo, back around, there’s a new crew in town |
The Mandingos, we get down, the Bad Brains |
Rugged Man, yeah, we the type that steal your chain |
Underground shit in case you don’t know our names |
Yeah I got hip hop flowing through my veins |
Stop that crazy thing jup-juppa-jup-juppa-Jane |
Jamming, the Germanan, Deutschlanden |
Standing, who the fuck let the Rugged Man in |
I’m like you don’t know how we rock the show |
And y’all can’t see how we bout to blow |
It’s like budum budum, b-guitar off-beat retard he chubb, with the heat up |
We are white-wigga-white-wh-white |
You’re a gangster right, why you’re scared to fight? |
I’m like Rugged Man eat y’all, defeat y’all |
Educate you, teach y’all, to the beat y’all |
How low can you go |
Lower baby lower baby lower lower |
How low can you go |
Lower baby lower baby lower lower |
Switch it up |
High higher baby higher baby higher higher |
All right put your hands in the sky |
Higher baby higher baby higher higher |
Rock rock on, rhythm, blues and soul |
Get off the dancefloor, baby lose control |
I’m like what you suckers can say to me? |
Throw your hands in the air if you fuck for free |
And girls put your hands up if you take money |
And guys yell «hoes you ain’t getting shit from me» |
Bombama, cock the hammer, shamalama, body slammer, that’s the way I am a |
Now party people in the place to be |
You see the Rugged Man rock on the m-i-c |
Capital W-h-i-t-e |
Ain’t not one rapper out there can fuck with me |
Who we? |
We the D-I-double B |
Do your homework, let 'em learn your history |
Hypnotic, hot shit robotic, pop rock, dirty dance erotic |
Get, get retarded |
How low can you go |
Lower baby lower baby lower lower |
How low can you go |
Lower baby lower baby lower lower |
Switch it up |
High higher baby higher baby higher higher |
All right put your hands in the sky |
Higher baby higher baby higher higher |
If you ain’t got a nickel to your name |
And you still bringing none home with you then scream |
You got a big fat nice juicy fat behind |
You over 200 pounds, I’mma make you mine |
See you in the club yeah we gonna bump and grind |
And let’s party like it’s 1999 |
It’s 2000 Queens, NYC |
Suffolk County, me, Washington D. C |
All my dirty white people, raise the roof |
All my dirty black people, raise the roof |
It’s like we’re a band hand in hand, this ain’t just your ordinary jam, |
It’s the Mandingo fam |
And if you got big titties and a big fat ass |
All my women in the house go get that cash |
You see ain’t nobody messing with the Rugged Man |
I’m back by unpopular demand |
How low can you go |
Lower baby lower baby lower lower |
How low can you go |
Lower baby lower baby lower lower |
Switch it up |
High higher baby higher baby higher higher |
All right put your hands in the sky |
Higher baby higher baby higher higher |