(chorus) (Verse) I'm rappin on this late night bender So take ya wack ass raps and return to sender So remember when I mention bout bustin the competition So ya best to pay attention when, leebo's on the composition Cuz we in the studio, on pro tools And we ain't no fools, we paid our dues Ain't ya heard the news About a couple of muthafuckas doin business With out notice, now witness, two cats do that With this microphone slickness, who raps to fast With a muthafuckin quickness, now give up the snaps For these rap cats, with the bad raps out the back in the lab, and you know it's goin down like that That's why we change the mood, cuz there's an attitude For the freaks To move ya body up under the full moon You know us, a couple of muthafuckas from the ruckus Makin funky ass tracks you can't touch us (Chorus) savor the flavor You gotta savor the flavor (Verse) And leebo's swangin, dangling game about to feature I mix match bitch so I'll be ya teacher Now how could this happen I don't even understand it We got caught in a flow, and neither of us planned it Damn it, late nights we did it again I gotta work tomorrow but I wanna sleep in But I aint satisfied until the tracks are maxed out Speakers on hittin and drew Johnsons passed out Late night party still poppin it's on And we was handin out albums till the breakin of the dawn Got me rockin out freestyles know the way that we flow I take a minute to spit it and pass it off to P hoe (Verse) So you bustas beware of a couple playas like these Cuz we want the cheese and we smokin O's to the breeze And we be on the grind like every night and we can't fight it To many Rhymes in my mind no time for crime, don't wanna get indicted You doin it wrong so I gots to right it Makin these songs on the nightly Leebo with the beat provided Ima ride it on cuz with out Rhymes I got nothin at all That's why I'm gettin up on it and putting it down for yall (Chorus) (Verse) I'll fuck with you, it's two X reppin the ruckus crew but I don't roll on my own I got P hoe and leebo too Now hold up, it's about to get blown up I'll show up with a bag of doja now you laughin cuz you know what's up "We hit it up" Yeah just like that cuz before I snap on the track I gotta roll one up real fat And puff it down to the nub and get lit up And pass it around the room a few before I step up And spray, now move get out the way Cuz when I bust it loose it's like a steamin freight train Now move over bitch the shows over I gots to lay the law down with my mike in my holster I chose ya, so think of me as ya chauffeur So come and take a ride with me so I can show ya That we don't fake on the hits that we make Or the hits that dope productions make don't make that mistake (Chorus x2) ©️ Rukus Crew 2025
