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TONIGHT.. Leverkusen Homepagedesign Tonight the rhythm is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE ALL NIGHT LONG) Baby, all night long DAYLIGHT Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM, CRU And we'll rock on and on and on and on (Yogi) Mic check one to get ready, hon Peace to the rhythm (cough) Cru packin guns And give me some funk that's wild and, poundin And I'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo-doo brownin, astoundin Gives the peace up like Jimmy Snuka And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker I'm in there like swimwear Oh yeah, no diggi I think in the place you don't know it's Redman Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG) And my favorite jam is Method Man by Wu-Tang Comin Funkadelic cause grooves thats 'my nation When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya I'll wet ya with my Super Soaker Cuz when I display my strong flow I gotcha in a sleeper like Chief Jay Strongbow HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO (Chadio) Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio, and let me crush it With a new style few pile peices and bits, into hits Like this here CRU, so calm down clown When I come around I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear And peep out the sound from here, to Zaire If this don't work, things get steep and deep I'm runnin in the streets, and I'm playin for keeps For now i crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock Dread get me fed, end up dead, cause I'm psycho Choppin you down is the route that I might go And that goes, for all my enemies and my foes Pronto, pronto *chorus* PRONTO [what (CRU)] GIMME YOURS ALL THAT (CRU) LOOKIN FOR ME YOU SEE (CRU) WE DROPPIN DRAWZ (repeat 4X) (Yogi) In L.I.P., this is how we be Snappin necks, stashin checks, and next on, CRU Neva with tha CRU cuz the CRU is screamin rape Bust my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror I'm Orphan Annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no, I'm kinda low Go to Willis Avenue and tell Jamaican J I'd gladly pay Tuesday for a bag of boom today (AAHHHH!) You got the boom, it's over I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller Cha pass to chad pass the Philly We takin part of this to Dr. Rre on Sister Dee It's like that yo (THAT YO), like that yo (THAT YO) And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat (CRU), yo Crazy legit the ill (CRU) neccessary To make you dance (CRU) off like Fred "Rerun" Berry Very much a love bug like Herbie I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie (Chadio) You got crazy game and I got crazy gats And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back) It's the one and only, only one That leaves (CRU) strung By the flip of a lip, by the flung, of a tounge Couldn't care less if the world blew up But i wanna blow up before it blows Through flows, of persistance Which make a difference, in my everyday existence Causin me to go the long distance But back to a simple style and type format As I stomp on comp just like a doormat This type stuff's under lock and key (key) Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be) Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio This here (CRU) is type Pronto (chorus) Shat CRU, CRU, CRU Whaaat.....whaat
