Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes Lyrics - Das Efx

Intro: 

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son) 

On the mic one time (No diggedy) 

for your motherfuckin 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 bitches be on your dick, let em know son) 

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Verse 1: PMD, C-Dogg 

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love 

I get the fuck down tonight 

Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons 

I fry that ass up like I'm Wessun 

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

cos if you slip I sink that ass 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 fuckin Crown Heights 

Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders 

My shit be on point like a soldier 

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

I do you and your whole fuckin clique 

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

I wet that ass up like a mop 

Photos 

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, shit 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 motherfuckin 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 shit for your head 

It's the man that'll make nigga'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 nigga DL wit the beat 

and peace to all my niggas on Union Street 

and to ya fake ass 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 nigga) 

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 shit stinks like motherfuckin 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 nigga) 

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 ass 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, nigga chalk it up 

Cos if a nigga 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 nigga do justice like day 

We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay 

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

Shit is on lock and motherfuckers 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 fuckin with bread and butter, cousin 

Nigga 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 nigga to sleep, I don't know ya 

Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine 

Nigga I'm 

Hook 

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

Solid Scheme, word bond son (Shit come thick) 

Y'nah how we do!