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Tytuł: Ready to Rumble

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Let's start something dog
  Let's make it happen
  
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  I rock (I rock) I roll (I roll)
  I come to tear the world up - Let's Get Ready to Rumble!!
  I shut'em down shut'em down
  You ready for war start fightin' start fightin'
  
  I come is this cut to get paid to bust flow
  I come for the gumbo
  They know me for kickin' they ass from here to El Segundo
  Lets get ready to rumble!!!
  Spit sparks, spit flames the coldest thing up under the sun though
  Spending your money on them suckers
  your wastin you time cause I'm the one hoe!
  Smokin' that blunt smoke
  Stay out of my front doo'
  Swung with the blast, I've never been matched
  I hop on the track like a jump rope
  I come with the guillotine to cut throat
  Holdin' it down messin ya'll up with the rest of them suckers be umcho
  Me? YEAH, blessed if you don't know
  Packin' big bone heavy struture and hung low
  Wreckin ball nuts it touch the flo'
  If it's on yo' chest then just let me know
  I hope you don't think I'm runnin' I know you don't think I'm scared
  You must of forgot who the hell that I am
  The man with the braids - BEWARE!!
  That's yo' ass mister post man
  Sucka stompin' and swingin' with both hands!!
  
  [Chorus 1.5X]
  
  Watch out (OOHH)
  
  Bats and pipes - broken bottles, glass, and knives
  Jump in the mix and don't handle yo' business
  somebody turn out yo' lights!!
  You'll be gettin' yo' stupid self up
  askin' the people "Which one of ya'll hit me?"
  I don't know the way you went down look like the ground was slippery
  Attack'em with sawed-offs, suckas get throwed off
  The party get called off, when suckas get sawed-offs
  I go give her my meat to meet and give it to her raw dog
  You, go get the (?) nasty, givin that stuff, get bought off
  I come with the real
  I be with them brothers with booted up grills
  We don't do promotions and shows that stuff don't pay my bills
  Keep it in the ballin' ballin', promoters callin'
  Videos jumpin' off sucka this the real New Orleans
  My neck of the woods, my side of the hood my part of town
  Thugs, drugs, and violence - y'alls is watered down
  When I perform I that calm
  And I'm the BOOM on the record I hit the studio and show'em
  All right yeah you right start fightin'
  Get it right keep in right we be hype
  Knockin'em down, throwin'em away, hittin'em hard
  Takin'em out, bustin' they head breakin'em off
  
  [Chorus [to fade]]