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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cru
Cru
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Bell
Ronald Bell
Composer
Dennis Lambert
Dennis Lambert
Composer
Franne Golde
Franne Golde
Composer
George Brown
George Brown
Composer
Claydes Eugene Smith
Claydes Eugene Smith
Composer
Robert Bell
Robert Bell
Composer
Dennis Ronald Thomas
Dennis Ronald Thomas
Composer
Duane S. Hitchings
Duane S. Hitchings
Composer
Robert Spike Mickens
Robert Spike Mickens
Composer
Donald Boyce
Donald Boyce
Composer
Richard Westfield
Richard Westfield
Composer
Chad Santiago
Chad Santiago
Composer
Jeremy Graham
Jeremy Graham
Composer
Anthony Holms
Anthony Holms
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yogi
Yogi
Producer
Taj Sidhu
Taj Sidhu
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Tonight)
(Tonight, the Rhythm Blunt is gonna rip the mic)
(Smoke blunts all night long)
(Baby, all night long)
(Daylight)
(Daylight, you still be rockin' with the Rhythm Blunt Cru)
(And we'll rock on and on and on and on)
[Verse 2]
Mic check, one, two, get ready, hun
Peace to the Rhythm Blunt Cru, pack your 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
Then have your 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
And my favorite jam's "Method Man" by Wu-Tang
Comin' funkadelic 'cause I grooves, this my nation
When I grabs the mic, I gets the sensation
Flip the script like a angry actor, shake or poke you
I'll wet you with my Super Soaker
'Cause when I display my strong flow
I got you in the sleeper like Chief Jay Strongbow
(Hey, ya, hey, ya, hey, ya, ho)
[Verse 3]
Pass the piece of steel to the one Chadio
And let me crush it
With a new style, few pile pieces 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 Blunts, yeah
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 Caesar, instead of a nasty, tight lock
Dread get me fed, end up dead 'cause I'm psycho
Choppin' you down is the route that I might go
And that goes for all my enemies and my foes
Pronto, pronto
[Verse 4]
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
[Verse 5]
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
[Verse 6]
In L.I.P., this is how we be
Snappin' necks, stashin' checks, and next on the pussy
Never with the hoes 'cause the hoes is screamin' rape
Buff my knot while I peep out my Khalid Muhammad tapes
Done now, I'm walkin' through her crib in my undies
Honey in the back room screamin' roll bundy
'Cause when I knock the boots, the horror, the horror
I'm orphan Annie, hon, see you 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 Jay
I'd gladly pay him Tuesday for a bag of boom today (Ah)
You got the boom, it's over
I'm behind the wheel, so Ha's the designated roller
Ha pass to Chad, pass to the Y-O-G
We takin' harder hits than 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 balls, yo
Crazy legit, the ill shit's necessary
To make you dance your ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
Very much a love bug like Herbie
I got crazy game, Kirby, Kirby
[Verse 7]
You got crazy game, and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a battering ram (So, ****, step back)
It's the one and only, only one that leaves **** 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
Through flows of persistence
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 as rough as rough can be (Be)
Now how rough can that be? Well, let's go figure
Rougher than Son of Sam with a slam trigger
Rougher than a criminal takin' a liquor swigger
Rougher than the voice on that kid, Lord Digga
So toodle-loo, ta-ta, cheerio
This here shit was type pronto
[Verse 8]
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
[Verse 9]
Pronto, ****, gimme yours
All a bitch can do for me is
She eat dick and drop her drawers
Written by: Anthony Holms, Chad Santiago, Claydes Eugene Smith, Dennis Lambert, Dennis Ronald Thomas, Donald Boyce, Duane S. Hitchings, Franne Golde, George Brown, Jeremy Graham, Richard Westfield, Robert Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald Bell
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