| If A is for apple and J is for jack
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| Then why so many brothas claim they wantin' to roll a sack
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| They get they first zipper, cut it up in rocks
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| Sack it up in bags, then it’s off to the block
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| Everything is tight while the day is right and sunny
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| Homie gettin' to smilin' ‘cause he makin' a little money
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| But what about when it rains and the task get to jackin'
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| That’s when you see that brotha game start lackin'
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| Err, uh, duh, I’d like to tell you where he dwells
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| The color of his car and the poison that he sells
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| It’s called crackola, he’s snitchin' on the dry
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| It ain’t like he a punk but now that jail thing ain’t fly
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| What if they bend him over and hit it from the back?
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| And Mr. Officer? |
| He finna take you to the sack
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| That’s the way it goes when you foolin' with these snitches
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| I’m back for Ninety… and I’m wantin' is my riches
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| One, two, I’m bucklin' my shoe
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| Three, four, I’m finna hit the floor
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| Five, six, I’m picking up the sticks
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| ‘Cause these tricks in my mix need to miss with that bullsh…
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| I don’t trot but I stomp like a horse
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| Women give me my props, top notch, and, of course
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| You know I’m gettin' faded, young and old, fat or slim
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| Them kids belong to him ‘cause I did her with a jim
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| I’m never caught dippin', no, I’m playin' ‘em like a sport
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| No monkey wrench tramp is finna run me through them courts
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| And prove to the judge that the double ain’t straight
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| ‘Cause me, myself and I, punk, we fade ‘em from the gate
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| The last three cats that a tramp wants to meet
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| And if you talkin' sh…, you got to give me four feet
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| Go get an education, and when you get it, let me know
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| And let them gold teeth and that beeper thang go
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| ‘Cause now it’s now it’s ninety…, it’s time for Rich to bust a grape
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| And if you want a sack, run and buy this hype tape
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| Remember that voice that came in '89 bumpin'
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| Throwin' styles, it ain’t no future in your frontin'
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| Don’t get it twisted, I keep my thang on tight
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| ‘Cause in the sideshow, I took you sideways to the next light
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| Yeah, that’s me, the R, the I, the C
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| The H, to the I, uh, to the E
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| It’s young Rich, baby, and ain’t a damn thang changed
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| My Cutlass bumps and, yeah, I’m still in them dice games
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| So what they hittin' foe? |
| I dig this stock
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| And it’s my block, so back up, mark, this is my knock
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| And I’mma serve ‘em wit' love
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| And if push comes to shove, I’mma give this brotha two dubs
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| ‘Cause I love to see ‘em bubble
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| And if you cross the double, boy, you know you in trouble
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| See, I’m like Rumple-stil-big-bad-skin, with AK-47s and Mac-10s
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| And 11s, 12-shot 9s don’t work
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| ‘Cause really a brotha need rounds to do some dirt
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| Out in this izz-O, don’t get your head rolled, young ass…
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| Tryna fool wit' a bigga figga
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| The D-U-double B-EL, don’t mix me up with C. L
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| And anything I do, punk, we keepin' it on the DL
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| I’m in the game strong, slangin' the game, gettin' a half-a-thang
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| Slappin' them bones and servin' straight stones
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| Flippin' Irocs on thee tops, ‘cause that’s the way that we ride
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| Ain’t no G-ride, but I’m down to take thee ride
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| All through the Town to serve a knot
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| And if I got, I’ll ride my big block
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| ‘Cause 5−0s, they be on big jock
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| And ain’t nothin' like the Crown Vic gettin' used by the slapstick
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| As I say ‘peace' to Suzy Chapstick
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| I’m out, ready to swerve straight to 580
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| And ain’t no sense in stoppin' ‘cause my L’s is shady
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| And uh, they would love to fluke up on a brotha like the double
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| («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double
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| Flossin' on that ass («Now you know you in trouble»)
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| Ruff neckin' on the track…
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| Flossin' on that ass («Baby…too loc’ed out») |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ruff Neckin, artist - Richie Rich. Album song Half Thang, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп