Scram Jones - 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 f*ggots 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'f**as that ain't scared of Suge Fam, that was 9-5, man f** the past See n***as out there frontin, bodyguards up they a**, man [Hook 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 j**els 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 f** dude, cause my n***as is goons in every aspect And don't get beside yourself A lot of sh** gonna be f**ed up beside your health, man [Hook Two] He's Black Rob, he's a thug f** with him you'll get f**ed 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 n***a Put the 9 to his throat, watch him shake like the Pope (brrrr) [Hook Three] He's Black Rob, he's our friend (???) is back again [Verse Four] Aw man, ya'll n***as done got me hype That's it, we fit the same stereotype If a n***a wanna wild, we can do that too f** the model b**hes, 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 f**in with all the top n***as (It's true) [Hook 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'mma bout to shake the ground It's uptown, holla at your man Ready on the left...ready on the right