They Ready Lyrics - Kiss The Ring - Dj Khaled

And you know it don't stop, grindin round that clock 

Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped 

Scored a touchdown on my first down, niggas thought I was gon' flop 

See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops 

And we still duckin cops, 

ride round and take shots 

Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know I'm takin they spot 

Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back 

Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop, Aesop 

Oh that's your dream car? Nigga that's my old whip 

Oh that's your dream girl? Nigga that's my old bitch 

Oh that's your new flow? Nigga that's my old shit! 

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas 

One for the money, two for the show 

Three for them hoes saying anything goes 

They say they ready for whatever! 

They say they ready for whatever 

I been around the world, twice to be exact 

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back 

They say they ready for whatever! 

They say they ready for whatever 

Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock 

Got the old school in my old school 

was to post up on yo block 

Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped 

I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop 

So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes 

that ain't slammin doors on they drop 

Y'all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not 

So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop 

You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop 

Say that's yo new car? Nigga that's my old slab 

Say that's yo new bitch? Nigga that's my old stab 

Oh that's yo new flow? That shit sound so trash 

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas 

Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton nigga 

One for the money, two for the show 

Three for no limit and the rest for death row 

That means I been bout it bout it 

and this is the realist shit I ever wrote 

And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know 

I only desire to blow, 

she only desire to blow 

And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental 

Now pick up my coat 

You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the floor 

Bitch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is 

Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea 

Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clear 

and right when I floor it that's when I switch gears 

Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh 

The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh 

Bitch I'm demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it 

even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge 

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