The Beatnuts, Grand Puba - Are You Ready lyrics
[The Beatnuts, Grand Puba - Are You Ready lyrics]
What we gonna do right here is
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
Check it out, check it out yo, yo
Yo Who the fuck is that
Nigga rhymin' on the mic?
Who is this motherfucker?
It's the wicked, nigga with the super dick
Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to
Be in a flick, uH!
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
Now you want to press rewind
I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
Slice the fuckin' Philly and
Break up the buds
Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special
Stick a fork in your neck
And pop a blood vessel
The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
Da Doom Doom, Do Doom
Yeah, cool makin' moves nigga so smooth
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills
But Queens is like the area
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
Now crack the fuckin' sack and
Roll that shit black!
Act like you want a nigga
And watch me hit him
Then I have my shottie' let
My brother Divine get him we got him
Ho's comin' through in the clutch
She said I only suck that dick
Cause I love you so much
Said I only lick them balls
Cause you so game tight
And you keep my ass climbing
The fuckin' walls at night
So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
Crew's still makin' moves but now
I've gots to exit
Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?
Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
Fuckin' rugged like a dog about
To bite your neck off
Police still puttin' fear in the
Hearts of mad crews
Leavin' people lyin' dead in the
Street with no clues
Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
You can hear my sounds echo
Through the urban block
Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock
Got you open now you're hopin'
That the junkyard rocks
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flavor so strong
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh
Don't like choke
Gotta get paid so we're tryin'
To go for broke
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I
Join right with 'em
Niggas can't see this flow so it's
Time to down sit 'em
I kick the flow for the
Niggas with the bald heads
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
But when you try to clock
The pocket that's that bullshit!
So let's get down with one
Of New York's finest
Seed to the brain like Primatine
To clear the sinus
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
Beatnuts comin' with the rugged
It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?
No shame in the game
So Doogie where the weed at?
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
Check it out, check it out yo, yo
Yo Who the fuck is that
Nigga rhymin' on the mic?
Who is this motherfucker?
It's the wicked, nigga with the super dick
Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to
Be in a flick, uH!
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
Now you want to press rewind
I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
Slice the fuckin' Philly and
Break up the buds
Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special
Stick a fork in your neck
And pop a blood vessel
The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
Da Doom Doom, Do Doom
Yeah, cool makin' moves nigga so smooth
Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills
But Queens is like the area
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
Now crack the fuckin' sack and
Roll that shit black!
Act like you want a nigga
And watch me hit him
Then I have my shottie' let
My brother Divine get him we got him
Ho's comin' through in the clutch
She said I only suck that dick
Cause I love you so much
Said I only lick them balls
Cause you so game tight
And you keep my ass climbing
The fuckin' walls at night
So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
Crew's still makin' moves but now
I've gots to exit
Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?
Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
Fuckin' rugged like a dog about
To bite your neck off
Police still puttin' fear in the
Hearts of mad crews
Leavin' people lyin' dead in the
Street with no clues
Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
You can hear my sounds echo
Through the urban block
Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock
Got you open now you're hopin'
That the junkyard rocks
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flavor so strong
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh
Don't like choke
Gotta get paid so we're tryin'
To go for broke
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I
Join right with 'em
Niggas can't see this flow so it's
Time to down sit 'em
I kick the flow for the
Niggas with the bald heads
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
But when you try to clock
The pocket that's that bullshit!
So let's get down with one
Of New York's finest
Seed to the brain like Primatine
To clear the sinus
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
Beatnuts comin' with the rugged
It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?
No shame in the game
So Doogie where the weed at?