Ready

Lyrics

Ready on the left, ready on the right
 Yo, BR, what up my dog
 What up, okay
 Yo kick that thing you kicked in the studio
 Aight, yeah yo, what's that joint?
 (Intro)
 Round town, I'm bound shake the ground
 Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down
 Round town, I'm bound shake the ground
 Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down
 (Verse One)
 And that's how we approach these faggots
 Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots
 I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man
 Forty Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans
 I'm the uptop gangsta, the star in the hood
 One of the few mu'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge
 Fam, that was 9-5, man fuck the past
 See niggas out there frontin, bodyguards up they ass, man
 (Chorus One)
 He's Black Rob, he's okay
 Play and you'll get robbed today
 (Verse Two)
 Ya'll know how I'm coming through the Source Awards
 "Somebody's jewels got jacked," man it must've been yours
 Ya'll dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth
 So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth
 Ya'll ain't sell no records, made no cash yet
 Fuck dude, cause my niggas is goons in every aspect
 And don't get beside yourself
 A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man
 (Chorus Two)
 He's Black Rob, he's a thug
 Fuck with him you'll get fucked up
 (Verse Three)
 Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise
 That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage (*kiss noise*)
 Or get smart, read books by Nostradomus
 Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, oceanomics
 I seen green, more green than the Sonics
 More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard
 The 9-mil stalk, I walk up on a nigga
 Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr)
 (Chorus Three)
 He's Black Rob, he's our friend
 (?) is back again
 (Verse Four)
 Aw man, ya'll niggas done got me hype
 That's it, we fit the same stereotype
 If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that too
 Fuck the model bitches, well we can screw that too
 Yeah, man, notice I said "We," she's a J-U-M-P
 Man, off top, fam, I got figures
 In the game she's fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true)
 (Chorus Four)
 He's Black Rob, he's our man
 If he can't do it, NO ONE CAN!
 (Verse Five)
 Yeah, bout to put the whole game on smash
 Alumni, I put the whole name on smash
 After this, they gon' wanna lace me plenty
 Who's your man, cause they can't make a JC Penney
 Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious
 Black attacks like a pit bull - vicious
 It's goin down, fam, I'ma bout to shake the ground
 It's uptown, holla at your man
 Ready on the left... ready on the right

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Song Details

Duration
02:26
Key
10
Tempo
97 BPM

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