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So Ruff (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Ahh redman..
Do you feel that the blacks in your community
Are still mad at the racial situation?

[red] yeah they still mad
And if you don’t take that funny smirk off your face
I’ma kick your…

Over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened
In newark, new jersey alone — still the saga continues

[redman]
Stick em up, stick em up! i got the jammie to your vest punk
Don’t make a move! before i choose to make your guts run
All over the block, cause my stomach’s in a knot
And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock
I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin bats and gats
So i *farting noise* ‘fore i snack jack
Because i’m not down with water from the hydrant
My moms takin a bath and my brother’s next arrivin
I gotta think of a plan so i can eat
I haven’t had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks
I squat up, cause i’ma set up this kid, carryin loot out
From burger king and what i’ma do is..
Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy!
Cause my man when i think of a plan there’s no shorts take
Cause i pack jammies inside of my nordface, coat
Had the black brother on scope
No joke’s what i am cause the man’s a pure pro
(yo my man you got a light?
Yeah give me the effin money too g!) yo stop stop stop!
Took the money then i dipped with the quickness
The plan went well so i got down to the business
Opened up the bag it was filled with paper
I thought i freaked the funk but now starts the caper
Cause i was set up, now i have to go head up with the cops
What they carryin? black glocks (shit’s thick!)
What’s the next move? my life’s on the line
Bullets in their clips and none in mine
Sirens on, once again it’s on
I fell (ow!) and then the black glocks went pow!
I got snuffed and i got bust
Now the only thing i’m sniffin is dust, cause it’s

("it’s so rough!") 5x

Me and erick sermon takin a trip uptown
In the ? run a blast and my tape pumpin ganja
Since erick got props
I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop
Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me
It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin me
So i kicked it, upped the digits, terrific
Not knowin she was scopin me cause i was mad splifted
Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk
Playin redman and erick out like two chumps
Callin him weekdays, callin me weeknights
(who had her weekends?) whichever man would freak right
Things got cozy one night like dynamite
We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts
No hats? went funkadelic
Took a splash, you know how that go fellas
Two months later (see you later alligator)
She was pissed and, i ended up seein my position
She took a blood test, she took a head check
Looked at me thinkin, "why the hell he isn’t dead yet?"
Then i asked her, "why you lookin at me?!"
She said, "redman because you have the hiv"
Called erick and his set, that girl, don’t mess around!
Too late, cause erick already had his drawers down
Cause it’s

("it’s so rough!") 3x
[r] cause it’s so rough!

To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats
You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps
And to my sisters, make em wear they prophyl-lastic
Cause it’s drastic, havin another ghetto bastard
Think i’m vyin for a piece of butt? honey you must be nuts
You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up
Cause you end up messin around catchin the heebie jeebies
Lookin like whodunnit? witcha face up on the tv
So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect
Cause you could be like sexin to your last death
And if you still don’t know the time, press rewind
Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline

[beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep]

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So Ruff (Letra)

Mc Eiht

Mc Eiht

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Geah
Geah
Geah
Hoo-bang, nigga
Some of that futuristic shit
For that ass
Keepin it thuggish, though
Check it out

[ verse 1 ]
The concrete streets bring heat, it’s so rough
Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
Eiht had enough, i’m smoking my fluff
Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
My theme is i push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As i destroy your block like _dante’s peak_
Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
On my turf puttin in work since day one
Y’all ain’t heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
Niggas bendin in two’s while y’all watch the news
John walsh, wash me up, you’re crazy
Havin my face captured 180
Can’t go there, ain’t havin that, man, fuck
The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck

[ chorus ]
Sometimes in the hood it’s so rough
That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)

[ verse 2 ]
I guess my mind’s on the track, gotta get me a stack
And in fact, homebody, you know what gun i pack
Keeps y’all enemies close that stay cheatin
When they ask make fast and start heatin
Niggas ain’t fuckin around – dodge mine
Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
Keep your face to the ground, don’t even look
No positive id and all the money was took
Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
One more hit on your house where y’all nappin
Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
The hollow point shower
The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
Straight, eiht regulate my thug power

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
My niggas disappoint me thinkin y’all can fade it
Still player-hated, wishin y’all made it
Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over
G’s in lows puttin holes up in a rover
Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
In fact, we the first bloods and crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring the prices down low, y’all pick the rest to cop
Copy cats, now y’all dippin lows with heats
Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets
Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
Lucky though, i give you a pass and let you go
I’ma catch you on the road at another rap show

[ chorus ]

Geah
Hoo-bang, nigga
That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
Geah
Westside, you know
Sometimes in the hood it’s so rough
Geah, you know what we do
That makes niggas from the turf stay tough