[Featuring see Dogg PMD]
Intro:
Aight 1 2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
On the mic one time (No diggedy)
for your m*********** 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****** be on your d*** let em know son)
Verse 1: PMD see Dogg
'cause I does a little dance make a little love
I get the f*** down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin n***** lessons
I fry that a** up like I'm Wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
'cause 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***** want to flip
I see my n***** in sight, everything aight
comin out of f***** 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***** clique
Click, the gun is on c***, n***** 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 see-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble through 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*********** sinner
Hook (x8):
(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
Verse 2: see-Dogg, PMD
Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the see-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***** got to chill
Peace to my n**** DL wit the beat
and peace to all my n***** on Union Street
and to ya fake a** n***** 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 want to 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*********** 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***** 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***** 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 want to be ya
why'know the deal when I see ya, n**** chalk it up
'cause 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***** bust this, a n**** do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin b****** like slay
n***** rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
s*** is on lock and m************ can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
My rap drivin n***** 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***** 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)
why'nah how we do!
Intro:
Aight 1 2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
On the mic one time (No diggedy)
for your m*********** 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****** be on your d*** let em know son)
Verse 1: PMD see Dogg
'cause I does a little dance make a little love
I get the f*** down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin n***** lessons
I fry that a** up like I'm Wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
'cause 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***** want to flip
I see my n***** in sight, everything aight
comin out of f***** 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***** clique
Click, the gun is on c***, n***** 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 see-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble through 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*********** sinner
Hook (x8):
(*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
Verse 2: see-Dogg, PMD
Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the see-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***** got to chill
Peace to my n**** DL wit the beat
and peace to all my n***** on Union Street
and to ya fake a** n***** 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 want to 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*********** 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***** 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***** 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 want to be ya
why'know the deal when I see ya, n**** chalk it up
'cause 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***** bust this, a n**** do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin b****** like slay
n***** rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
s*** is on lock and m************ can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
My rap drivin n***** 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***** 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)
why'nah how we do!