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This is Da-Mez and a few other characters like Kontra and the Wack Pack. Ruffneck Recordz presents. Any sum of us are Ruffneck Rydaz. Check us out!
I am a teenage white rapper from canada. Rap is the best music ever.
Song Info
Genre
Author
Da-Mez
Rights
2004
Uploaded
April 12, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Backin up off the driveway this time in a 94
But it aint black, back this time without the wack pack
Stackin the chips, holding up shit for support, wont let us fall
Use mental and muscle when ya stuck, what the fuck, then crawl
Don’t get stopped by the cops, go over the islands in Harbor parkin lot
Watch out for flying shots, lookin for hiding spots
Never pull over unless yo packin heat
Owise ya might get beat, pulled outta yo seat N hit to the concrete
Instead just keep speeding on, while in possession of weed N a bong
Like cheech N chong, wit a hose that’s long, listenin to my song
Y’all can’t worry bout what happens next
It’s psycho up in ‘ere, pick-up the pieces to the puzzle, but they don’t connect
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Chorus X2
We keep rolling, movin slowly, don’t know where the fuck we’re goin
If all y’all peeps wont care where ya are
Plan a trip, take a dip, down to Psycho CR
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Look down at yo pants, to see if ya got testi-fortitude
Keep goin, swollen, we be the freaks of the week, put you in the best mood
When you wit us, we make yo life complete, knock ya off yo feet,
Hit ya with dis dope beat, so scared ya pullin over the sheet
Like ghosts in ya mother, what a fucker, bitch made sucka,
If ya want any chance of livin in dis town, don’t clown, whip em down and pucka up
Descend down alder, beaver shaved balder,
Like a lawn mower trim, no lickin at da rim, wont get too close, if ya wanna talk, holla
From galerno, that’s where ruffnecks go, best place to pimp a ho
How do I know, that’s where my ridaz flow, and we put on a show
No stage, wild, ragin, aint fakin
Homegirls shakin, pump pump, the bones breakin
And breakin da laws n orders, like showcase, goin outta da borders
Channel 25 till I die, ride or don’t ride, high as a kite
If you got time before pigs come and snatch you, like red snapper
But you aint a pussy, just a tight, warm, wet, sweatin white rapper
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So come one N come all, ladies, gentleman, boys N girls
Males give up da chedda and the tricks eat our pearls, now give a curl and a twirl of yo tounge
Because I was hung and now I’m sprung into action, guaranteed satisfaction
Relax yo throat and mind, connect to erect, new attraction
Hope you see what I see, like what I be, know this iz me
Like the taste of blood, cant be what you seek
Thought you knew, but now ya know, catchphrase be getting old, left out in the cold
Growing on me like mold, that’s what told, believing, now I’m sold
To goin down da highway, we gon go my way
Bitches gonna pay, if they delay and make my day a lil disarrayed
But that wont happen when I’m rockin da mic
Cause when I do, them hoes, go downtown to the voodoo and flip teams like a dike
Or if you be more daring than the rest, think you’re the best,
Then make all y’all homies attest
Request to take you down to ironwood but don’t get arrested
Most likely what’ll happen is you’ll just get molested
For pickin up a prostitute, aint getting my salute,
23 year old crack whore, who wants to score for loot
But if I were you, run, as she’s in hot pursuit
Yo in the need for speed, luckily from the side, we change the tide are comin out my recruits
CHORUS X2
