Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes (Explicit)

Intro:

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)

On the mic one time (No diggedy)

for your motherf**kin mind

(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*----> Redman) Yeah

We're gonna set it off one time

(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)

Here we go, yeah yeah

(Yo P, yo D why them b**ches be on your dick, let em know son)

Verse 1: PMD, C-Dogg

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love

I get the f**k down tonight

Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons

I fry that a** up like I'm Wessun

So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)

cos if you slip I sink that a** just like a ship

I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip

just in case niggas wanna flip

I see my niggas in sight, everything aight

comin out of f**kin Crown Heights

Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders

My sh*t be on point like a soldier

It's the evil that men do, who we do?

I do you and your whole f**kin clique

Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop

I wet that a** up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse

It's the C-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse

So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer

I got rough but know I'ma get rougher

It's the quart drinker so turn up the level

I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil

It's the no-hold-barred, sh*t is wild

I got the eye to the double L

and I don't be no rookie or no beginner

I gets badder than a motherf**kin sinner

Hook (x8):

(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)

Verse 2: C-Dogg, PMD

Ready to rock rough rhymes

It's the C-Dogg back with 12 new rides

Wit the ill all-out tight sh*t for your head

It's the man that'll make ni**a's rhymes proper dead

So get ready, always on my worst behaviour

Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors

So back up off the mic and let me show my skill

It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill

Peace to my ni**a DL wit the beat

and peace to all my niggas on Union Street

and to ya fake a** niggas keep on walkin

A DL year, the whole E is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that ni**a)

We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt

So why you wanna test and end up in a mess

I'm comin mad wilder than the West

I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail

I boost a track up like the third rail

Fake MC's endangered like a species

Your sh*t stinks like motherf**kin faeces

I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin

Your style is improper like a fraction

Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours ni**a)

Hook

Verse 3: Dray, Books

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly

Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be

Got more coupe-rs than Isuzu, kid I bruise you

abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you

I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch

I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus

we kick that a** back up off just like a Lear

See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya

Y'know the deal when I see ya, ni**a chalk it up

Cos if a ni**a think he got the flow, I sop it up

So now get up so you can hear the rest of this

Yo Boogie Banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a ni**a do justice like day

We're walkin down the street, we're watchin b**ches like slay

Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it

Sh*t is on lock and motherf**kers can't pick it

I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy

My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi

Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back

I'm richer than Richie Rich and quicker with the gat, black!

For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter

Then I hit you with the toast for f**kin with bread and butter, cousin

Ni**a a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy

The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces

but doper, my styles is fat like Al Roker

Chiggity choke a ni**a to sleep, I don't know ya

Biggity blow your mind, f**k the beef and f**k the swine

Ni**a I'm

Hook

Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das

Solid Scheme, word bond son (Sh*t come thick)

Y'nah how we do!