Pronto Lyrics - Singles - Cru

Mic check 1 to get ready, hon 

Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns 

And give me some funk that's wild and 

Poundin 

And i'll get nastier than Florida Evans doo-doo brownin 

Astoundin 

Gives the peace sign like Jimmy Snuka 

And have ya head bobbin like a Hunts Point hooker 

I'm in there like swimwear 

Oh yeah 

No diggi 

And when I shoot my bows, you'd think my name was Riddick 

Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG) 

And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang 

Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation 

When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation 

Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya 

I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka 

Cuz when I display my strong flow 

I gotcha in the sleeper like Chief Jay Strongbow 

HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO 

Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio 

And let me crush it 

With a new style few pile peices and bits 

Into hits 

Like this here shit 

So calm down clown 

When I come around 

I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown 

Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear 

And peep out the sound from here 

To Zaire 

If this don't work, things get steep and deep 

I'm runnin in the streets 

And I'm playin for keeps 

For now I crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock 

Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock 

Dread get me fed 

End up dead 

Cuz I'm phsyco 

Choppin you down is the route that I might go 

And that goes 

For all my enemies and my foes 

Pronto, pronto 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers 

In L.I.P 

This is how we be 

Snappin necks 

Stashin checks 

And next on the pussy 

Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape 

Buff my nut while I beep on my Khalid Muhammad tapes 

Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies 

Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi 

Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror 

I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow 

Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no 

I'm kinda low 

Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J 

I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today 

You got the boom, it's over 

I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller 

Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G 

We takin part of this to Dr. Dre on Sister Dee 

It's like that yo (THAT YO) 

Like that yo (THAT YO) 

And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo 

Crazy legit the ill shit's neccessary 

To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry 

Very much a love bug like Herbie 

I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie 

You got crazy game and I got crazy gats 

And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back) 

It's the one and only, only one 

That leaves niggas strung 

By the flip of a lip, by the flung 

Of a tongue 

Couldn't care less if the world blew up 

But I wanna blow up before it blows 

Thru flows 

Of persistance 

Which make a difference 

In my everyday existence 

Causin me to go the long distance 

But back to a simple style and type format 

As I stomp on comp just like a doormat 

This type stuff's under lock and key (key) 

Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be) 

Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa 

Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga 

Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga 

Ruffa than the voice on that kid Lord Digga 

So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio 

This here shit is type Pronto 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers 

Pronto, nigga gimme yours 

All a bitch could do for me is 

Eat dick and drop her drawers