Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If It Ain't Ruff, artist - WC. Date of issue: 03.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
If It Ain't Ruff |
| Dub is the rider, and you’re just a hostage |
| So whenever you see me cover your head like an ostrich |
| Groupies been waitin for this, niggas been hatin on this |
| You know why? |
| — because so many are relatin to this |
| Jealous, started the feelings intentionally |
| But they start to love it because I made it eventually |
| Pumpin the music, I keep the music like pumpin |
| Cause Dub ain’t in here for nothin, I got the killer starts jumpin |
| Yo, you know the color, Dub’s in black |
| Always down, to make noise, and attack |
| So you better get back, unless you wanna come with it |
| And make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it |
| You’re screamin with fear, but it’s with fear that you’re screamin |
| You’re wakin up on a sweat, cause Dub is givin bad dreams and |
| Yo, I’m not schemin, I’m just kickin the facts |
| That’s how it is when The Connect Gang starts to jack |
| So brothers, that wanna scrap with me |
| Cause I’m all blew down with my Khakis Crease |
| Especially beggin to write some lyrics with me |
| I just snatched your girl with this platinum heat |
| Cause when it comes to Dub there’s no comparison |
| And if you tried to see me, it’s quite embarassin |
| But I understand cause you’re mentally slow |
| Cause I can tell from the jump, you’re too nervous to go |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| The Rider is back and he is about to attack -----] W. C |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| The Rider -----] W. C |
| Give us a freestyle here |
| Alright, man -----] W. C |
| I can tell, that you’re afraid to fight me |
| Simple because you lost the crowd, and they had to invite me |
| Because you’re sweat as a puddle, but there’s a puddle of sweat |
| I’mma threat, so wrap a cold rag and wipe your neck |
| And clean the dirt off your face that calls Acne |
| It’s ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me |
| This is the round where the punch will go |
| Til your A G-A-B that’s known as a blow |
| I’m makin a point, but it’s a point that I’m makin |
| I’m never kiddin or fakin like Race, I got them shakin |
| Scared to speak with a tongue when they’re chosen |
| The sound of my voice in your ear when you’re frozen |
| This is a battle to the death, so why I bother?! |
| You can’t see the G in the blue God father |
| Givin a pain, but it’s with pain that I’m givin |
| But I’m comparin and tearin while I’m makin a livin |
| With the hype of the 9 millimeter |
| And a group Old Dees with the team of speakers |
| Now that, so others gettin bow «what's happenin?» |
| I’m from the streets so, yo, I’m ready to go |
| Come on |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| The shadiest is back, nigga, hide your sack -----] W. C |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| Let bust a freestyle here -----] W. C |
| Alright, man |
| This verse is really boring so let’s skip it |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| The Rider is back, to still ball of Yak -----] W. C |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| The Shadiest is back, nigga, hide you sack -----] W. C |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| Let bust a freestyle here -----] W. C |
| Alright, man |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me |
| The Rider is back, fools best to 'yak -----] W. C |
| For sure, Loc' I’m back for more |
| Puttin down worldwide |
| This is for all you motherfuckers |
| W.C. |
| in this bitch connectin more real bangs |
| Aiy yo DJ Crazy Toones, I’m out this motherfucker |
| Alright, man |
| Bandana swingin |
| If it ain’t ruff, it ain’t me! |