Lyrics:
Why get some new , when you used to the old
Then you wonder why you feeling mold
Hopes and dreams that you have to mold
Boy you better get in that mode
the hand you pop that thang with
Index fingers up (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Fuck why'all, we rude, call dick, in the middle of Times Square
Get down or lay
business
Here we go yo here we go yo
Now what you change ya name Mutt Ranks yo
Original rude boy never am I coy
I am hiphop I love hiphop
Oh my God yes oh my
lined with residential rude boys,
a gang of forty or more,
i got this feeling like im stuck in a time warp,
and its been programmed for 1994,
hide
as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard
*This is the beat that my heart skipped.
(I need it)
Try cop me a yard by twenty-three, say it's nuttin' but beef and trap (work)
See, I'm tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude
from under his bed
Holds a cabin boy over his head
A futile try to keep it dry
What tears have already wet
They were penned by a girl in Merak
way
If rap don't work I'ma go
Ape, kickin' in your way, Tryna get yo safe
Never do this shit yo way
Fuck what a hoe say blow out your brains
Hit by weed
(How's your love life?)
Yo, look
Me and bro might hop out the four by four
We don't care about law, with the mask and gloves
Young bad boys
I grab a drink then sit with the boys
I bang the FIFA, get the food then bounce
I told shay, "Just roll up the reefer"
"Grab the speaker, get
którzy poradzą sobie z werblem
Którzy poradzą sobie z tremą, którzy poradzą sobie z hejtem
Którzy, dadzą sobie za nas odciąć rękę (tak)
Ponieważ co by nie
a little arsehole
Rude boy that’s one for the bajans
Back with a shooter, watch your mouth cuz
You’ll get clapped with a luger
Nightmare on Elm Street yeah
My enemy
My enemy, yup, yup
My enemy
My enemy
My enemy
My enemy
Just let it breathe
Fat rude tattooed motherfucka
If I say this direct that
drink some more
'Cause this is like a party, like a party, like never before
Brand new whip, on my stick every time I shift gear, rude boy it bangs
Painted by myself, I'm feeling cool (mhm)
Always nice, never being rude
'Cause it doesn't look good on me, I'm a sweet-ass dude (yeah)
Feelin' swaggy in
gritty
I look around the block nobodys playing hopscotch
there to busy on the internet surfing that rap
[Verse 3]
Just converse kind of rude like
Intro:
This one goes out to all real wife
Stay by you man side when him never have a dime
Now him find some new ting fi climb
Mek him know you nah
some opposition.
And then he, he let me get mine, and then the word â??fineâ??
Was uttered, by many a lip way across time.
And it was my time
stunted at first but I seen right through
Her whole chemistry so I behaved rather friendly
Apply rude boy and she seen the truth in me
She was
stunted at first but I seen right through
Her whole chemistry so I behaved rather friendly
Apply rude boy and she seen the truth in me
She was
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