Testo Rugged-N-Raw - PMD feat. das efx
Testo della canzone Rugged-N-Raw (PMD feat. das efx), tratta dall'album Real Hip Hop (Volume 1)
Ba-bom, boom, aow, heh
I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
From the Squad tower
(Yo, don't erase that intro)
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I grab my cordless like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what
(What?)
I'm too rough, gettin' snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged raw shit, catch a nigga in the gut
'Cause I'm Blass and niggaz ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz
So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin' from chandeliers in they underwear
That's that B-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealousy fucks?
It's mass confusion niggaz losin
By the minute tryin' to win it
But thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin', just start to panic
And you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin' me
Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission is to get richer
And lost my other half, but I still got my Fisherman hat
It ain't over 'til the fat chickenhead catch wreck
Snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggaz best to move slow
The P, the Mic Doc, the microphone's my only friend
(C'mon)
Can't even trust nobody
'Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin' bustin' somebody
My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
One to hundreds, the fuckin' certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
'Bout to pull shit, a few dime pieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop and never will and so kill it
I'm strictly hardcore, so you can see it
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore, rough, rugged and raw
The PMD, the mic's my only friend
Credits
Writer(s): Andre G. Weston, Willie D. Hines, Parrish J. Smith, Angel Aguilar
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