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    Текст песни Beatnuts - Are You Ready

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    featuring Grand Puba

    Intro-
    What we gonna do right here is......
    Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
    Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
    Check it out, check it out
    Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?
    WHO IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER?

    Psycho Les-
    It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick
    Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH!
    One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
    Now you want to press rewind
    I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
    Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds
    Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special
    Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel
    The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
    Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
    Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
    Da Doom Doom, Do Doom

    Fashion-
    Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth
    Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills
    But Queens is like the area
    I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
    Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black!
    Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him
    Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him
    We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch
    She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much
    Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight
    And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night
    So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
    Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit

    <Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?> chorus 4x

    Fashion-
    Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
    Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off
    Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews
    Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues
    Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
    You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block
    Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock
    Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks

    Grand Puba:
    Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
    Grand time to represent flava so strong
    Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke
    Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke
    Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em
    Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em
    I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads
    Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
    Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
    But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit!
    So let's get down with one of New York's finest
    Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus
    Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
    Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!)
    It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?
    No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?

    <Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?>(Chorus 5x)

    Right now you're as high as a junkie with a hundred-dollar habit...
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