They Ready Songtext

von Black Hippy

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 my dick is a whistely 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 docter I'm sick, head, doctor I'm needing your lips, yeah
Proper analogy for it if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clear
Cop me a palace and a Porche 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 stop 'til I break it, uh