Pronto

Mic check 1 to get ready, hon Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns And give me some funk that's wild and Poundin And i'll get nastier than Florida Evans doo-doo brownin Astoundin Gives the peace sign like Jimmy Snuka And have ya head bobbin like a Hunts Point hooker I'm in there like swimwear Oh yeah No diggi And when I shoot my bows, you'd think my name was Riddick Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG) And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka Cuz when I display my strong flow I gotcha in the sleeper like Chief Jay Strongbow HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio And let me crush it With a new style few pile peices and bits Into hits Like this here shit So calm down clown When I come around I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear And peep out the sound from here To Zaire If this don't work, things get steep and deep I'm runnin in the streets And I'm playin for keeps For now I crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock Dread get me fed End up dead Cuz I'm phsyco Choppin you down is the route that I might go And that goes For all my enemies and my foes Pronto, pronto Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers In L.I.P This is how we be Snappin necks Stashin checks And next on the pussy Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape Buff my nut while I beep on my Khalid Muhammad tapes Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no I'm kinda low Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today You got the boom, it's over I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G We takin part of this to Dr. Dre on Sister Dee It's like that yo (THAT YO) Like that yo (THAT YO) And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo Crazy legit the ill shit's neccessary To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry Very much a love bug like Herbie I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie You got crazy game and I got crazy gats And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back) It's the one and only, only one That leaves niggas strung By the flip of a lip, by the flung Of a tongue Couldn't care less if the world blew up But I wanna blow up before it blows Thru flows Of persistance Which make a difference In my everyday existence Causin me to go the long distance But back to a simple style and type format As I stomp on comp just like a doormat This type stuff's under lock and key (key) Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be) Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga Ruffa than the voice on that kid Lord Digga So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio This here shit is type Pronto Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers Pronto, nigga gimme yours All a bitch could do for me is Eat dick and drop her drawers