I'm Ready

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Buddy Guy

George "Buddy" Guy (born July 30, 1936) is an American blues guitarist and singer. Critically acclaimed, he is a pioneer of the Chicago blues sound and has served as an influence to some of the most notable musicians of his generation, including Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan. In… more »

Stoned on the stoop, got the box pumpin' Billy Joel
I'm Mickey Mantle while you motherfuckers semi-pro
Neck to colon how a slice from the machete go
 Shoot your gun and throw confetti 'cause I'm ready ho!
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm a stand-up
Call me the teacher, wanna talk just put your hands up
We eat the lamb, duck, goose, beef or chicken 
Two seater shiftin' with the smooth Cedar Strippin'
My facial hair is light red just like a ball of fire
 Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire  Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades 
I'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era change  First pressed virgin oil from the Greek Border
Spit the shit that have me laid up with the sheik's daughter  Three quarter on the Bally jacket to the knee
 Lights flashin' when I'm rappin', tappin' tree
That smoke lingers son it shine through the curtain  Cracked pepper motherfucker I'mma grinder for certain 
So never in your life come with scared business here
Fuck around never found bitch, disappear 

Time after time I'm a winner  Seasoned in the barrel, harvest in the winter 
Far from a beginner, keep an extra cartridge in the denim  Twisted off of Manischewitz, Harlem in a rental 
The hash tanner than Connie, gorgeous 
360 is the ways and the caesar's huggin' knotty flosses
 Never stop until we hoppin out of grimey Porsches
One night shorty needin' over 9 abortions 
I'm the whole shit, one you wanna roll with
When in canoe waving the ganja like a glow stick  Number one, numero uno with the flow shit
Your style is tired and limp just like an old dick
 Bitch 

 Roman sculptures, all of my students hold a diploma  Stairs to the bath, garage door, behold the Lotus  Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
 Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
 Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I flex the two seam
 Inject the vein with marijuana I'm a true fiend 
Up-to-the-minute, all the weapons we invented 
That's hidden inside the rented, the window tinted ten the percentage 
Sacrificin' the lamb for the nutrition 
"Criminology 101" hard cover, newest edition
 Nuclear fission is heavy weighty top the division 
Lots of provisions collosal status stoppin' collisions 
Too beaucoup, fresher than a lake trout  Barbecue the venison, pair it with a great stout
 Peace I'm out kid, a motherfucker pace out
 Every time I take that motherfuckin' weapon from my waist out

Written by: WILLIE DIXON

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