Das EFX Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes Lyrics

Intro:

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
On the mic one time (No diggedy)
for your m_________in 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____es be on your d___, let em know son)

Verse 1: PMD, C-Dogg

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
I get the f___ down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin n____s 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 n____s wanna flip
I see my n____s in sight, everything aight
comin out of f___in Crown Heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My s___ be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole f___in clique
Click, the gun is on c___, n____s 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, s___ 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 m_________in 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 s___ for your head
It's the man that'll make n____'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 n____s got to chill
Peace to my n____ DL wit the beat
and peace to all my n____s on Union Street
and to ya fake a__ n____s keep on walkin
A DL year, the whole E is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that n____)
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 s___ stinks like m_________in 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 n____)

Hook

Verse 3: Dray, Books

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
n____s 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 n____s 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, n____ chalk it up
Cos if a n____ 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 n____s bust this, a n____ do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin b____es like slay
n____s rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
s___ is on lock and m_________ers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
My rap drivin n____s 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___in with bread and b___er, cousin
n____ 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 n____ to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, f___ the beef and f___ the swine
n____ I'm

Hook

Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
Solid Scheme, word bond son (s___ come thick)
Y'nah how we do!