The Beatnuts, Grand Puba - R.U. Ready II lyrics
[The Beatnuts, Grand Puba - R.U. Ready II lyrics]
Yo yo yo pass that shit, pass that shit ugh
Yeah yeah yeah y'all ready for this?
Wha wha wha wha who is it?
Who up in this piece?
It's the wicked, with another winner hit
Stickin ho's like I'm supposed to be
Innocent
Once again, let's get this set poppin
I got your head noddin and
There ain't no stoppin
This here, crystal clear
Pour it in your ear and let it sot up
Gimme the cash and just shut up
Tell me who brought those streets
From Queens that bud special
Chronic choke, pull it
It pops your blood vessel
The hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too
Produce and rap, too
Bless you like I hatchew
Basslines I'm throwin at you
Like pshhh, du-du-du dum
I bust my gat lovely, low down
Dirty and ugly
Shortly developped a taste for good bubbly
Don't bug me cause all the girls love me
And a lot of you cats is
Gettin wrapped in a rug, b
You all late, why you mad I got my own plate?
Think you niggas wouldn't catch it
For the long case? Ghetto pro, now you know
Get the name straight
Holdin it down since them cables
With the name plate
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flava so strong
Fills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh
I don't like choke
Gotta get paid so it's time 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 yeah y'all ready for this?
Wha wha wha wha who is it?
Who up in this piece?
It's the wicked, with another winner hit
Stickin ho's like I'm supposed to be
Innocent
Once again, let's get this set poppin
I got your head noddin and
There ain't no stoppin
This here, crystal clear
Pour it in your ear and let it sot up
Gimme the cash and just shut up
Tell me who brought those streets
From Queens that bud special
Chronic choke, pull it
It pops your blood vessel
The hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too
Produce and rap, too
Bless you like I hatchew
Basslines I'm throwin at you
Like pshhh, du-du-du dum
I bust my gat lovely, low down
Dirty and ugly
Shortly developped a taste for good bubbly
Don't bug me cause all the girls love me
And a lot of you cats is
Gettin wrapped in a rug, b
You all late, why you mad I got my own plate?
Think you niggas wouldn't catch it
For the long case? Ghetto pro, now you know
Get the name straight
Holdin it down since them cables
With the name plate
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flava so strong
Fills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh
I don't like choke
Gotta get paid so it's time 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?