Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stanley Kubrick, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song Legendary Classics, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greenstreets Entertainment
Song language: English
Stanley Kubrick |
Yo, yo, reverb |
Be-ba-doom, yo, feel that bassline Cap |
Yo, yo that’s some, that’s some like, Stanley Kubrick |
Stanley Kubrick |
The track bouncy, nobody get more rowdy |
Than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley |
Honky Thomas, Cat McGlaughling, the whole crew |
Cab Morada, what you gon' do, we roll through? |
Fuck that, Big Earth, the midget face drop 'em |
Bring em to the Port Jeff house stayed on top 'em |
Nobody move this, I don’t give a fuck, we untouched |
Strictly lust for papers and live life to bust nuts |
We’re God killers, let’s be realistic |
We probably gon' be punished |
We fucking bitches by the hundreds |
Why me? |
Wanna fight me? |
Try me |
Why these people don’t know me, don’t like me? |
Society, they wanna see me dead I stick out |
You see me in the public, I probably pull my dick out |
Smack the fuck out of women, see me knock your bitch out |
Do something tough guy, who the fuck wanna die? |
Clash of the Titans, broken bottles, bar fighting |
You wanna battle I’mma freestyle you can start writing |
I can do that, tip the bouncers, make sure we get our gats in |
The club just in case the action |
Everybody want it, try to take my title |
Let’s see, left your chest messy, test me |
Stanley Kubrick, don’t stress me |
R.A. |
the Rugged Man, remember the name, Rugged Man! |
Ride with us (Rugged O the Bitch Beater) |
Ride with us (Suffolk County, Long Island) |
Ride with us (Dead broke black people) |
Ride with us (Dead broke white people) |
Ride with us (My man Smoothe Da Hustler) |
Ride with us (Rest in peace Jason Edmunds) |
Ride with us (Gordon Heights, ghostland) |
Ride with us |
Aiyyo the R-to-da, A-to-da, Rugged |
Now think about this, who diss us? |
Suffolk County |
Cops frisk us, their handcuffs never fit us |
Our wrists turn purple, that’s why we act vicious |
Plus if we die tomorrow, won’t nobody miss us |
Get half a page in The Source maybe, if that |
It’s a whole town of people acting shady, where I live at |
We spit lyrically releasing, you don’t stop |
Ain’t nobody ceasing til your heartbeat stop beating, bring it |
You know where to find me, acting like you looking for me |
You saw me you walked right by me |
A true test, the Rugged Man, the tru-est |
The most violent, in the U.S., we see you stressed |
Now take it easy, Fat Man greasy, sloppy |
Peace to Khadafi, I’mma do this |
They tried to stop me, way back in nine-four |
You look into my future, I’mma probably die poor |
We proud to be the lowest, low life losers |
We flip your car over like Long Island steroid abusers |
When they 'roid raging, white boy caning |
Let me do some explaining, misbehaving |
Rugged Man, hairy fat slob, unshaven |
The Ten Commandments, we constantly disobeying |
Ride with us (Dirty crusty asses) |
Ride with us (The whole Infamous Mobb) |
Ride with us (My main man Akinyele) |
Ride with us (The whole white trash nation) |
Ride with us (All the Stony Brook kids) |
Ride with us (All the Port Jeff kids) |
Ride with us (My man Ev Casuchi) |
Ride with us (Capital the Crimelord) |
Ride with us (Miguel the cop in the house) |
Ride with us (Sho' nuff, Dave Greenberg) |
Ride with us (All the starving artists) |
Ride with us (All the starving artists) |
Ride with us (All the starving artists) |
Ride with us (Rugged…) |