Lyrics:
song, but I tell you this much
Get ready for the industry shakedown
Don't think I forgot motherfuckers 'cuz I reserve my options
It's Bumpy Knuckles,
song, but I tell you this much
Get ready for the industry shakedown
Don't think I forgot motherfuckers 'cuz I reserve my options
It's Bumpy Knuckles,
like a nova
verse 1
verse 2
verse 3
Sparks are gonna fly igniting
Mr Dynamite I'm burnin' up the night
to light ya
Get ready for the big
But he a hardhead Dre.. that's why I'm talkin' to you
See.. when I first met my nigga.. son was layin' in the cut
Type reserve, homie was quite and kept
That my next blow could be my fuckin death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know
I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'
fightin for what a brother deserve
Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve
Blood, sweat and tears for years yo
I'm fed up blown when muthafuckas
and tell ‘em we’re ready to go
1st person:
⁃ Wait-wait-wait. What? You wanted me to talk to you, so now it’s my turn
What, what, what, what, hey
What is
extinguished my glass
Now I was ready to dance real fast
When along came another big cowboy she had in reserve
Well I should not be complaining
Cause all
follows
The hillside, to the northwest arm
cnd the circle of grey where you
Tempt the Fates in a grisly roulette,
Forget your fears and reserve your
spilled coffee on my dickies, had to give him a wash
Think you ready for a baller, you ain't ready for the cost
I didn't even get my meal before I started
them dice roll
Better be ready to pay the toll
I'm rocking and rolling on the highway to hell
My circle move tight like a carousel
We run our city just
Have you dress up as a maid in no underwear.
Room service is a must now I'm ready to bust,
Got your feelings reserve now you ready to lust.
Now the ban
guns
Ever ruining my flight
Keeping it mum
When I got another bite
My talent it soar
Ready for another night
New album I bring
Are you ready for me
Ready
blessings be to God my black women exist
Put your fist up
For the Lil vibe you got
And blind us not LORD
When we ready to see them
Personality stern but sweet
its cold i got em all wearin' a sweater
See i been in the studio gettin' me ready now i wanna make me some chedda
See its been a pretty long journey so
minds and body first
Welcome to the Metaverse, new reality
Ready player one China designing a moon begun
Haarp controlling the weather get, ready
the name
Straight Woofenomics, we making a lane
Be great is the aim
8 billion reserve, we'll 7.9
We setting the line, crazy we ain't even set in our prime
with her mouth, says the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things (haha)
And she a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like
the rock
Louise
Sparks are gonna fly igniting
Mr. Dynamite, I'm burnin' up the night to light you
Get ready for the big explosion
Call in
the right things
Got a head on her shoulders, she does the right things
(Ha haa)
She a bad bitch, y'all ready know
Face like Trina, and an ass like Jacki-o
the rock
Louise
Sparks are gonna fly igniting
Mr. Dynamite, I'm burnin' up the night to light you
Get ready for the big explosion
Call in
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
(Lyte) Rain or shine, I'ma get mine without no delay
I keep 'em on reserve and take 'em off of the display
Treat him like a Doc',
said "I'm ridin wit'chu" Damn right bitch!
I'm a pimp and I ain't got all night shit
I got a reserve ticket for a ho want to kick it
Get down lick it,
reserve the right to fight
For what we want, for what we need
To the front we shall proceed
Here we come and we're ready to
Go, go, go, go, go
Better
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