Ruff Neckin’

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") (Ha) Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") [Verse 1] If A is for apple and J is for jack Then why so many brothers claim they wantin' to roll a sack They get they first zipper, cut it up in rocks Sack it up in bags, then it's off to the block Everything is tight while the day is right and sunny Homie gettin' to smilin' 'cause he's makin' a little money But what about when it rains and the task get to jackin' That's when you see that brother game start lackin' Err, uh, duh, I'd like to tell you where he dwells The color of his car and the poison that he sells It's called crackola, he's snitchin' on the dry It ain't like he a punk but now that jail thing ain't fly What if they bend him over and hit it from the back? And Mr. Officer? He finna take you to the sack That's the way it goes when you foolin' with these snitches I'm back for ninety— and all I'm wantin' is my riches [Chorus] Ruff neckin' on this track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") (Yeah) Ruff neckin' on the track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") (Yeah) [Verse 2] One, two, I'm bucklin' my shoe Three, four, I'm finna hit the floor Five, six, I'm pickin' up the sticks 'Cause these tricks in my mix need to miss with that bullsh— I don't trot but I stomp like a horse Women give me my props, top notch, and, of course You know I'm gettin' faded, young and old, fat or slim Them kids belong to him 'cause I did her with a jim I'm never caught dippin', no, I'm playin' 'em like a sport No monkey wrench tramp is finna run me through them courts And prove to the judge that the double ain't straight 'Cause me, myself and I, punk, we fade 'em from the gate The last three cats that a tramp wants to meet And if you talkin' sh—, you got to give me four feet Go get an education, and when you get it, let me know And let them gold teeth and that beeper thang go 'Cause now it's now it's ninety—, it's time for Rich to bust a grape And if you want a sack, run and buy this hype tape Remember that voice that came in '89 bumpin' Throwin' styles, it ain't no future in your frontin' Don't get it twisted, I keep my thang on tight 'Cause in the sideshow, I took you sideways to the next light Yeah, that's me, the R, the I, the C The H, to the I, uh, to the E It's young Rich, baby, and ain't a damn thang changed My Cutlass bumps and, yeah, I'm still in them dice games So what they hittin' fo'? I dig this stock And it's my block, so back up, mark, this is my knock And I'ma serve 'em wit' love And if push comes to shove, I'ma give this brother two dubs 'Cause I love to see 'em bubble And if you cross the double, boy, you know you in trouble [Chorus] Ruff neckin' on the track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") Ruff neckin' on the track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") [Verse 3] See, I'm like Rumple-stil-big-bad-skin, with AK-47s and MAC-10s And 11s, 12-shot .9s don't work 'Cause really a brother need rounds to do some dirt Out in this izz-O, don't get your head rolled, young ass— Tryna fool wit' a bigga figga The D-U-double-B-EL, don't mix me up with CL And anything I do, punk, we keepin' it on the DL I'm in the game strong, slangin' the game, gettin' a half-a-thang Slappin' them bones and servin' straight stones Flippin' Irocs on thee tops, 'cause that's the way that we ride Ain't no G-ride, but I'm down to take thee ride All through the Town to serve a knot And if I got, I'll ride my big block 'Cause 5-0s, they be on big jock And ain't nothin' like the Crown Vic gettin' used by the slapstick As I say "peace" to Suzy Chapstick I'm out, ready to swerve straight to 580 And ain't no sense in stoppin' 'cause my L's is shady And uh, they would love to fluke up on a brother like the double ("Now you know you in trouble") [Chorus] Ruff neckin' on the track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") (Right, right) Ruff neckin' on the track like a mack with the double Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") (Haha, yeah) Ruff neckin' on the track— Flossin' on that ass ("Now you know you in trouble") [Outro] Ruff neckin' on the track— Flossin' on that ass ("Baby...too loc'ed out")