(Jay Dee) Jay Dilla, ugh...feel it, hot shit, ugh, aaaaAA Aaa, Yall niggas ain't ready for this I consider you slippin if you ain't carrying shit All my niggas gettin dough (bitch), bitch we gettin it up At the bar sippin it till we spittin it up Pimpin it plus it's on when we get in the truck Can't make a right turn without settin it off (Why) Sittin on dubs rub the truck I'm even rougher than rough when I'm buckled up (why) Why get the whip if you gone cover it up If yo point is 6 is a point oh you suck Let a three twenty be a three twenty four Let a real nigga do real things I'm something serious like crips that bust gats Ignorant with it like bloods that bust back 'Cause cats y'all really ain't ready for us Got bitch niggas actin all petty and such Mad 'cause i, do my, do do, do my thing (just do your thang) If I pullout then Imma I'm gone shoot my thing Yall niggas ain't ready for this, is y'all ready? (Yea we ready for that) Do you want it? Is y'all ready? Aight y'all ready! Do you like it? Yall ready? Do you like it? Yall ready? I'ma see if y'all ready, right NOW!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
