[00:00.00] 作词 : Dennis Lambert/Francine Vicki Golde/Donald Wesley Boyce/George Melvin Brown/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Spike Mickens/Claydes Eugene Smith/Ronald Nathan Bell/Dennis Ronald Thomas/Duane S. Hitchings/Jeremy A. Graham/Anthony Holms/Chad Santiago
[00:00.07] 作曲 : Dennis Lambert/Francine Vicki Golde/Donald Wesley Boyce/George Melvin Brown/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Spike Mickens/Claydes Eugene Smith/Ronald Nathan Bell/Dennis Ronald Thomas/Duane S. Hitchings/Jeremy A. Graham/Anthony Holms/Chad Santiago
[00:00.15]TONIGHT..
[00:01.47]Tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE BLUNTS ALL NIGHT LONG)
[00:09.00]Baby, allnight long.
[00:10.80]DAYLIGHT
[00:11.79]Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM BLUNT...CRU
[00:17.64]And we'll rock on and on and on and on...
[00:22.29][Yogi]
[00:22.53]Mic check 1 to get ready, hon
[00:24.54]Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns
[00:27.09]And give me some funk that's wild and
[00:29.22]Poundin
[00:29.70]And i'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo-doo brownin
[00:32.31]Astoundin
[00:33.12]Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker
[00:35.22]And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker
[00:37.86]I'm in there like swimwear
[00:39.09]Oh yeah
[00:39.87]No diggi
[00:40.35]And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ???
[00:42.81]Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)
[00:45.84]And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
[00:48.27]Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
[00:51.18]When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
[00:53.76]Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya
[00:57.39]I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka
[00:59.58]Cuz when I display my strong flow,
[01:01.71]I gotcha in a sleepa life ??? strong bow
[01:05.91][Mighty Ha]
[01:06.15]HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO
[01:06.87][Chadio]
[01:07.08]Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio
[01:09.51]And let me crush it,
[01:10.65]With a new style few pile peices and bits
[01:13.38]Into hits
[01:14.07]Like this here shitt
[01:15.21]So calm down clown
[01:16.47]When I come around
[01:17.52]I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown
[01:20.28]Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear
[01:22.95]And peep out the sound from here
[01:24.63]To Zaire
[01:25.62]If this don't work, things get steep and deep
[01:28.32]I'm runnin in the streets
[01:29.55]And i'm playin for keeps
[01:30.69]For now i crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock
[01:33.75]Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock
[01:36.42]Dread get me fed
[01:37.47]End up dead
[01:38.10]Cuz i'm phsyco
[01:39.12]Choppin you down is the route that i might go
[01:41.64]And that goes
[01:42.30]For all my enemies and my foes
[01:44.43]Pronto, pronto
[01:46.35][Chorus x4: Might Ha]
[01:47.91]PRONTO!
[01:48.69]Shit gimme yours
[01:49.59]All a shit could do for me is
[01:56.22]Eat shit and drop her drawers
[02:05.10][Yogi]
[02:05.31]In L.I.P
[02:09.78]This is how we be
[02:10.74]Snappin necks
[02:11.49]Sta*****n checks
[02:12.33]And next on the shit
[02:13.77]Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape
[02:16.14]Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes
[02:19.14]Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies
[02:21.69]Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi
[02:24.27]Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror
[02:27.03]I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow
[02:29.79]Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no
[02:33.99]I'm kinda low
[02:35.04]Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J
[02:37.68]I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today
[02:40.26](AAHHHH!)
[02:40.32]You got the boom, it's over
[02:43.17]I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller
[02:45.63]Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G
[02:48.30]We takin part of this to dr. dre on sista b
[02:50.76]It's like that yo (THAT YO)
[02:52.23]Like that yo (THAT YO)
[02:53.40]And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo
[02:56.46]Crazy legit the ill shitt's neccessary
[02:58.92]To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry
[03:01.77]Very much a love bug like Herbie
[03:04.38]I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie
[03:06.69][Chadio]
[03:06.99]You got crazy game and I got crazy gats
[03:09.51]And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
[03:12.15]It's the one and only, only one
[03:13.62]That leaves bitches strung
[03:14.76]By the flip of a lip, by the flung
[03:16.86]Of a tounge
[03:17.58]Couldn't care less if the world blew up
[03:19.86]But i wanna blow up before it blows
[03:21.99]Thru flows
[03:22.71]Of persistance
[03:23.55]Which make a difference
[03:24.63]In my everyday existence
[03:26.31]Causin me to go the long distance
[03:28.32]But back to a simple style and type format
[03:30.96]As I stomp on comp just like a doormat
[03:33.69]This type stuff's under lock and key (key)
[03:36.39]Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be)
[03:38.61]Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa
[03:41.52]Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga
[03:44.22]Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga
[03:46.89]Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga
[03:49.56]So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio
[03:52.35]This here shitt is type Pronto
[04:03.57][chorus]
[04:15.72]Shat CRU, CRU, CRU
[04:16.08]Whaaat.....whaat

作词 : Dennis Lambert/Francine Vicki Golde/Donald Wesley Boyce/George Melvin Brown/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Spike Mickens/Claydes Eugene Smith/Ronald Nathan Bell/Dennis Ronald Thomas/Duane S. Hitchings/Jeremy A. Graham/Anthony Holms/Chad Santiago
作曲 : Dennis Lambert/Francine Vicki Golde/Donald Wesley Boyce/George Melvin Brown/Richard Westfield/Robert Bell/Robert Spike Mickens/Claydes Eugene Smith/Ronald Nathan Bell/Dennis Ronald Thomas/Duane S. Hitchings/Jeremy A. Graham/Anthony Holms/Chad Santiago
TONIGHT..
Tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE BLUNTS ALL NIGHT LONG)
Baby, allnight long.
DAYLIGHT
Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM BLUNT...CRU
And we'll rock on and on and on and on...
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 Evens doo-doo brownin
Astoundin
Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker
And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker
I'm in there like swimwear
Oh yeah
No diggi
And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ???
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 a sleepa life ??? strong bow
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 shitt
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!
Shit gimme yours
All a shit could do for me is
Eat shit and drop her drawers
In L.I.P
This is how we be
Snappin necks
Sta*****n checks
And next on the shit
Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape
Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet 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
(AAHHHH!)
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 sista b
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 shitt'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 bitches strung
By the flip of a lip, by the flung
Of a tounge
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 Jigga
So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio
This here shitt is type Pronto
Shat CRU, CRU, CRU
Whaaat.....whaat