Ruff Ryders Album

[No lyrics]

{*whispered*} Ruff Ryders ("They're BAAAACK!")

(DMX)
This is what you're tellin me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin tellin me?
That this is it? Okay (GRRRRRRRRRR)

(DMX)
How many slugs should I plug into yo' chest before it's get filled
Since you ain't got nuttin else to do but get killed
Been a fiend every since I found out how a slaughter taste
Empty a clip of hollow tips into yo' daughter's face
Cause that's just the type of shit that I'm on
Collect my dough, make the fuckin hit and I'm gone
I ain't never gots to worry about the aim
Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain
BLAOW! One mo' time for good luck - for what?!
He was already dead, what the fuck?!
I be, breakin my shit up OFF in a nigga
When I don't see, nuttin but SOFT in a nigga
Fuckin coward, I wonder how it - feels
To have to look at your moms - squeal, after I hit her with the steel
Ill, that's how a nigga blows shit up
Believe whoever I hit up, will never get up
Tell me, how it's goin down nigga
If I'm bein a fuckin clown nigga (yeah)
Take a couple of rounds nigga, I keep a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
that'll make any nigga, become a meal for the fuckin rats
There won't be nuttin left of money but a soupbone
Big Motherfuckin DMX from the group home

(DMX)
Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Niggaz don't mean what they say when they talk
Niggaz lean a certain kind of way when they walk

(Eve)
Since the first day in it, I made a promise to myself
I was gonna make it happen, that's the way I felt
You know Philly never scared, play the cards we dealt
Doin it my way, you bitches strugglin for help
I hear your rumors and your so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like this, y'all bring it out
To tell the truth it excites me, I scream it out
Sick wid'dit, ain't a bitch that can get wid'dit
Admit it, I'm that bitch you can't live wid'dit
And I'ma keep it comin long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at'cha neck, I'm hearin them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm bout mine
Now I'm done wit'chu, fuck out my face, wastin my time

(Eve)
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Bitches don't mean what they say when they talk
Bitches lean a certain kind of way when they walk

(Jadakiss)
Nahh! Uh, yeah, aiyyo
I got a wet haze, coke, and a p-blow block
But y'all still missin the point like a free throw shot
Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn
Turn it up and give me some'n to burn
That boy 'Kiss is a hell of a man
Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a helluva plan
Cause most dudes left the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin, so they came back like good coke
Down South they'll tell you 'Kiss is good folk (that's right)
Up North I hit my niggaz off with good smoke
Out West they ridin with me, now I'm back hard
I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard
Hated by many, confronted by none
I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun
Jada is the nice guy, 'Kiss is the monster
D-Block and Double R is my sponsor

(Jadakiss)
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk
Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk
Fuckin cowards!

(DMX)
Niggaz can't be fuckin serious, y'all niggaz pussy
Niggaz pussy - y'all don't like it? BRING IT, BITCH!
Just a lil' some'n man, to let y'all know
To niggaz know man, matter of fact
Matter of fact y'all niggaz, excuse my back man!
Straight up y'all niggaz, pardon my back!
I ain't got no rap for no sucka-ass niggaz!
Five time motherfuckin champ!
Five times! BITCH! Touch that! Then holla back!
Motherfucker!
A nigga done had this rap shit
I'm out..

[No lyrics]

(Drag-On) (Styles P)
Yeah, what up?
New York City, what up?
This your boy, to the Dash
S.P., (yeah) Double R (yeah)
Hell and Back (yeah)
Styles straight out the penn

(Styles P)
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case, I'ma fight my shit
I got a blunt, I'ma light my shit
I'ma chain smoke with cocaine sellers
Stick up kid took the game over
Niggaz hate death, still gotta break necks
I'm at the dealer coppin shit they ain't make yet
You think you're nigga happy, I'm just trigger happy
Phone ring a lot, niggaz throwin figgas at me
I got major plans, you get in the way
And your throat is the place where my banger lands
You don't wanna anger me, upset me or startle me
You don't want a part of me, I'm goin for the arteries
And I'm a colt-45 user, G-Host to the game of death
You about to die loser
This is Holiday and Dash-On
We burn a whole fuckin house down so I don't need a mask on

(Chorus)x2
You don't respect my flow you gon respect my gangsta
Or get stabbed with this motherfuckin banger
(Drag-On)
Tell 'em P
(Styles P)
You don't like my shit you could bite my dick
I got a case I'ma fight my shit
(Drag-On)
This for the streets

(Drag-On)
Nigga don't think cause you hot today you can't be in the fridge tomorrow
If you a family man I'll send you back your kids in a jar
You bought your soldiers, nigga I was raised with mine
I got three kids, four, five, but I raise my nine
I'll have yall niggaz missin your moms
Then let you find her wearin long sleeves but missin her arms
And ain't nothin for me to twist ya wig
All I gotta do is puff some weed then listen to B.I.G
Then come back and level the city
I got my money up, my band is thirty, my bezzle is fifty
My vest weigh fifteen, bannana hold sixty
So I can run slow and hit you up swiftly
Extort rappers, they break me down half of their check
I keep a banger that'll break down half of your neck
I done been through hell and back, jail and bail me back
Drag and S.P.'ll blow off half of your chest

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
It's like a kodak moment come capture this
How I motherfuckin fracture shit, yall niggaz talkin blaphemis
Motherfuckers we make classic shit, matter fact I'll mash ya shit
Yall niggaz like potatoes to me
And I might be high but you look good with a halo to me
And I ain't got a problem wit a problem
Fuck 'em cause I know he gon die with a nine in his noggin

(Drag-On)
Yeah, Drag back with the Ghost
You know what that means, more vests and a lot more toast
I'm a lot older plus a lot more violent
Tip of my guns covered, it's a lot more silent
My niggaz pop off off imposts
Murder ya kinfolks and we ain't even fuckin start wildin
So be cautious nigga or be in the coffin nigga
Cause we'll bring it to the hardest or the softest nigga

(Chorus)

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(DMX)
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yah'mean? We untouchable baby

(Chorus: Syleena Johnson) (DMX)
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin down one thing that I know (WHAT!)
We're untouchable

(DMX)
We built this Double R thing from the ground up
Another principle of when it's beef, niggaz round up
Gettin down like what nigga, YO!
That's all it takes and it's like, HERE WE GO!
Thorough type niggaz that control the streets
Rollin deep, holdin heat, don't even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
C'mon fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
Double R and we get down for life!
Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonight
From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes
WHAAAAT! We untouchable, AIGHT?
Yea, WHAT!

(Chorus)

(Cross)
Yea, yeah, YEAH! Be strong..

I represent the have and the have-nots
All the niggaz with the weed spots
And all my niggaz on them cell blocks
We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E
You can't fuck with my army
My niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable
.45 be crushin you when the bullets be touchin you
Paul bearers'll carry you
to the cemetary where your momma gon' bury you
Black suit be fittin you nigga, I got hood degrees
Plus I'm street like powder, milk, and government cheese
If you a runnin man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your knees
Then it's me against the world, man against machine
S.D.T.S. - stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable

(Chorus)

(Infa-Red)
Lyrically I'm, untouchable..
Infa-Red nigga, let's go..

All I can know is 365 days of pain
My name, how to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time
Like niggaz that them blue tried to like
I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice
And Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be precise
But I handle my business like I'm supposed to
When you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my poster
But I could post up and get rid of my pieces
I own collies sellin rocks the size of Domino pizzas
I'm untouchable, nigga

(Chorus)

(Sheek)
Double R.. whoo! All day..
Yo, aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yo

U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh)
And I don't mean cause I gained weight in the hood (nah)
My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?
Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair
Yeah nigga what? The new rap LeBron's here
Get 'em dog, we the new America's nightmare
And we don't say much, we just get it on
That's why we don't get touched, y'all like a dutch
Hands all on you, I'm tryna warn you
to stay in your place, so you don't get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face

(Chorus)

(Drag-On)
Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!
You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I'm back on the grind
I'm back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggaz is eatin, I'm splittin the pies
Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine
Yeah, you get in my way I pity your moms
Yeah, my block is real, my niggaz is armed
My borough is thorough, we bang with each other
I'm switchin my diamonds and changin the color
with change of weather, canary in the sun, uhh
I bury ya nigga then bury the gun, X whattup?
Me and you is untouchable (uh-huh)
We both had bricks they couldn't sniff cause the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye

(Chorus)

[No lyrics]

(Intro - Drag-On)
Wooh! Come on, uh, come on

(Chorus - Infa.Red)
Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

(Drag-On)
I ain't 'gon front Drag is drunk as a mu'fucker
A wifey a chick y'all just my moms love her
And get the ok from grandma
She told me what my grandpa use for stamina
Uh! But I ain't with that sittin around shit
I dicks 'em down quick then kicks 'em out bitch!!!
I treat you chick like a basketball player
I shoot my game she bounce with me then we lay up
Now that's a foul player
Your girl treat me sweeter than candy so I can get it now or later
I guess I just wait I came in the club late
But I'm leavin the place early with a pretty face small waist
Legs thick like Church's Chicken
I go up in the lastest store and purchase women
Like, did y'all forget the face
I'm like throw backs in the summer, I'm all over the place

(Chorus - Infa.Red)

(Bridge)
Woman: Drag, can I drive your Benz?
Drag-O: Yeah ma, now call your friends
Woman: Drag, can I stay at your house?
Drag-On: Why not you can sleep on my couch
Woman: Drag, you still down with the R?
Drag-On: Come on ma, you know who we are
Woman: Drag, you got what I need, as we proceed

(Drag-On)
I had shorty hands up but her pants ain't on
Smokin a herb from Canada her man is gone
Gone? Yes that nigga better go
Cause if I lift half of my shirt half of my metals show
And this is just the beginnin I done had more women
Then, Ralph Lauren stitches name in denim
I had more chicks wet then a Titanic collision
Then left 'em in the cold just like the boat did 'em
So, ma, you make a decision
Cause I ain't got alot of time cause this ain't prison
I give you a long kiss goodnight like Samuel
And keep a guard with you that shoot like Sam Cassell, come on

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

(Chorus)

(Jin)
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what?
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings
coming to your house by me is over

(Chorus - Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna wanna be Chinese (Fai dee chow ah!)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps go off, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
Go fuck with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love red man
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, ya'll watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much sex got me seeing slow motion
Eyes barely open with a roach roastin'
And your girl, she loves the gin motion
Rub it on her body like body shop lotion
What's the commotion, you never seen me? (ngaw)
The original chinky eye emcee
You don't want to step to the army
And Double-R rank refugee
And the battle of the gun gonna make you speak
another language
And amigo I ain't talking about Spanish

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (wWclef: ladies)
Ya'll gonna wanna be Chinese (Wyclef: fellas)
(Jin: umm hay ahh!)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps go off, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna wanna be Chinese
Fai dee chow ah!
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps go off, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
This one goes out to those that order four chicken wings
And pork fried rice and throw dice
In the hood, you think this is all good?
Till the cowboys roam through like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would come to Chinatown
Get lost in town, end up in the lost in found
Eyewitnesses, you must be crazy
We don't speak English, we speak Chinese
And the only po-po we know is the pigs on the hook out by the window
Every time they harass me, I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads
I ain't ya 50 Cent, I ain't ya Eminem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a Chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks surprised when she saw it in the palm of her hands
You know what's next? Safe sex
I'll be damned if I sleep in the flesh with the insect

(Woman singing)
(Jin: dee caw chong hu teng ah! wei da co deen wah bi ngo la.)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexist man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things (Jin: zhan hay?)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexist man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things (daw che)

(Jin)
The moral of the story is
Don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think he's fam, but he's really undercover
I saw his name on the affidavit
It was written in Chinese and this is what he said:
(yee can tong yan chan coon hay yung chu sau so)
Bring about some local hooligans and thugs so
Catch them at midnight when they close the shop up
Reading the Ten Commandments, cooking up hecka
Biggie Small posters are all over the walls
If they think you'd save me the bullet, it's over ya'll
Me, I'm just Jin just doing my thang
Just doing my thang, just doing my thang
("chong sau caw tum may tew chek mu")
Why is there beef everywhere I go?
I'm drunk screaming, can't we all get along
My ladies with the thongs, my thugs with the firearms

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Wyclef: all the ghetto)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Wyclef: all the suburb)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese.
(Wyclef: Refugees)

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Jin speaking Chinese: fai dee chow ah)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Woman singing) (jin: uh huh. oh)
(Jin: dee caw chong hu teng ah! wyclef! wei da co deen wah bi ngo la.)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexist man (ruff ryderz)
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things (Jin: zhan hay?))
Mr. Jin

(Wyclef)
The game will never be the same (Jin: wan yeen luh)
Double-R refugees (Jin: fan ok luh)
First Chinese rapper (chu tow)
First asian rapper (Jin: wyclef!... Refugees)
Yo Dee, wutup?
You got one right here man
(dee tong yan ka)
(wan yeen luh)
(wan yeen luh)

Styles: Yeah
Sheek: Uh Huh
Styles: D-Block
Sheek: D-Block
Styles: You with me Louch?
Sheek: You know it my nigga
Styles: Yeah I know
Sheek: Yeah
Styles: You know why we do this right?
Sheek: Why's that dog?
Styles: Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime
Sheek: Walk wit us
Styles: Are we the best or what?
Sheek: Who the fuck else

(Styles)
Yo, we do nuthin', we are nuthin' (true)
I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nuthin'
I ain't pullin' my gun if I won't shoot shit, that's useless (why would I do that)
I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless (you pussy nigga)
You could die nigga
I ain't droppin a tear, I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga
(you ain't my nigga)
I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you (uh uh)
I got a problem with you, I'mma let the heat whistle
This is real shit, nigga I peel shit (tell em')
I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed (who's better)
I wanna kill niggaz (kill em)
You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse, and I don't really
feel niggaz (I don't feel y'all)
They say stop the viloence, but I gotta join in it (I'm gonna join in it)
I'm in the hooptie with 3 Ki's a boy in it
This is pay day, fuck what they say (fuck em')
D-Block, grab your handguns and A-K's

(Chorus - Sheek)x2
Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me!

(J-Hood)
Yeah! What up! D Block!
Yo yo, ayo, ayo yo
Yo its the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment
Hoodied up, stickin your grandfather for his retirement (what up!)
Talkin super hard when I know that you bitch-made (faggot)
Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade
Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage (all that)
Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay
J-Hood, D-Block, respect the name and the click (D-Block!)
Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my dick
Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out
To make sure he don't survive, nigga, I'm snubbin him out (bitch!)
Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots
They can't determine the cause of your death in your autops'
You scared? Don't come outside, the streets is serious (stay home)
My ribs touchin, I'm starvin', trigger happy, and furious
We could do it whenever, wherever, nigga set a date (what up!)
remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (bitch!)

(Chorus)

(Jadakiss)
Uh huh, yeah, what, haha! Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh, yeah
Ayo, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of yours (that's right)
It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw (you know it)
Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more (more)
My man turned 14 shirts into a store (you got it!)
Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it (uh huh)
The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with
There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary (yeah)
Hammers and the Hawks is on the itinorary (what)
Anywhere, any block, clap any iron (any iron)
And beat niggaz 'till you can't identify em'
D Block my nigga (uh huh)
To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga (got ya)
What, it don't mean nuthin' (nuthin)
And you got the rights to bang a nigga wherever you want if he frontin' (yeah)
We done starved together and burned some scriller
Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla (doin' it again baby!)

(Chorus)

(Sheek)
Uh, you want it with who? (huh?)
You can't be talkin' to Louch or none of his crew (never)
We poppin' you quick (yeah)
Put big knives in you, bitch, get off our dick (get off our dick)
White Air's and white T's get filthy quick
And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick (haha)
Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers (nah)
Lifetime, Sex In the City ass niggaz (yeah)
Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass niggaz (uh)
Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz (yeah)
I'll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair
And smack the fuck out a boozie nigga like a bear (come here bitch)
Crime don't pay, who the fuck said that? (huh?)
How much you think I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat?
Nigga act up, I'll let it rip in his back (brattt!)
You know who it is from coast to coast (who)
Thug niggaz keep clappin' ya toast
What up!?

(Chorus)

[No lyrics]

(Whispered)
Ruff Ryders

(Drag-On)
I'm just a Bronx gangsta
You was wit me when I was gang bangin' (uh!)
Crack slangin', snuck the back way in
Ya helped me back ???? at the days in (yeah)
My ?? got you backin mine, back on my grind
I can't get you out the back of my mind
And ya man stuntin, until he catch the back of the nine
It's lite love, now come give daddy a hug
Ya caught me cheatin, sorry ma daddys a thug
I got my own g form ma, I fly when I want
Startin to front, must me that time of the month
I ain't perfect ma, but it's worth the ride
You love it when I'm on top, I make ya hurt inside
Light rain, I used to pick you up in that white thang
Straight pimpin, wasnt used to that wife thang
But I ain't gonna hit you wit I shoulda dis this I shoulda did that
Time is past, I can't be runnin backwards, let's go

(Chorus - Aja)
Boy you had me, but don't be mad at me
Blue caddy, look daddy so happy look at me
Boy you had me, but don't be mad at me
I know ya see me, out in the streets
Don't speak
Boy you had me, but don't be mad at me
Blue caddy, look daddy so happy look at me
Boy you had me, but don't be mad at me
Don't be mad at me

(Eve)
Uh,
Yeah it was crazy, how I used to be a baby
Went from your shorty to your lady
Making plans for a long life, huh
Reminiscing on them long nights, ha
Giggle when I think back, yo
You remember how we used to act, uh
The best of friends had each other's back
If you was riding so was I where the fuck they at
We started growing, shit started changing
But we was with it for a minute, we just being patient, ha
You wanted space so I let you go
But we still fucked around and let nobody know
We tried to get it back it just wasn't working
The more I stuck by the more it kept hurting
Had to face it, we just different now
You living you, I'm living me, that's how the shit go down
Damn, my love I miss you now

(Chorus)

(Aja Smith)
You got me so wrong, this ain't no love song
You had my heart on a leash but, you picked the streets over me
That's how you makin money, stuck in the streets wit ya boys now
But when yo ass got locked up, who was holdin you down

(Drag-On)
Uh, uh, uh
I raised you around thugs, you be aight
I tought you how to fight, and how to snug reefer on the flight
It's all good, I ain't in hollywood
I'm in the hood ??
And I don't use 2 ways, just come see me (uh!)
Still gonna be the same old gangsta
Wit my same old gangstas
Countin that same old paper
My jersey is lakers, yellow and purple
I still smoke up green, yellow and purple
I probly do my dirt, but never will hurt you
I seen you work hard, ?? to the commercialls
Uh, now if I don't catch ya tonight
I'll catch ya when the time is right, aight
Trust me

(Chorus)

(Drag-On)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, this is how we doin, boy
Yeah, yeah, this is how we doin, boy
Yeah, yeah, this is how we doin, Double R
Yeah, this is how we doin, kid
Yeah, yeah, this is how we doin, boy
Yeah, yeah, this is how we doin
Yeah, yeah, this is how we doin, man

(Tuneheadz)
(whisper) Tuneheadz...

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(Intro - Drag-On)
Wooh! Come on, uh, come on

(Chorus - Infa.Red)
Now, what we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down
What we 'gon do, is party right now
Get out your seats, and put your drinks down

(Drag-On)
I ain't 'gon front Drag is drunk as a mu'f...
A wifey a chick y'all just my moms love her
And get the ok from grandma
She told me what my grandpa use for stamina
Uh! But I ain't with that sittin around sh...
I dicks 'em down quick then kicks 'em out bit...!!!
I treat you chick like a basketball player
I shoot my game she bounce with me then we lay up
Now that's a foul player
Your girl treat me sweeter than candy so I can get it now or later
I guess I just wait I came in the club late
But I'm leavin the place early with a pretty face small waist
Legs thick like Church's Chicken
I go up in the lastest store and purchase women
Like, did y'all forget the face
I'm like throw backs in the summer, I'm all over the place

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Woman: Drag, can I drive your Benz?
Drag-O: Yeah ma, now call your friends
Woman: Drag, can I stay at your house?
Drag-On: Why not you can sleep on my couch
Woman: Drag, you still down with the R?
Drag-On: Come on ma, you know who we are
Woman: Drag, you got what I need, as we proceed

(Drag-On)
I had shorty hands up but her pants ain't on
??? from Canada her man is gone
Gone? Yes that nig... better go
Cause if I lift half of my shirt half of my metals show
And this is just the beginnin I done had more women
Then, Ralph Lauren stitches name in denim
I had more chicks wet then a Titanic collision
Then left 'em in the cold just like the boat did 'em
So, ma, you make a decision
Cause I ain't got alot of time cause this ain't prison
I give you a long kiss goodnight like Samuel
And keep a guard with you that shoot like Sam Cassell, come on

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(Bridge)

(Chorus)

(Jin)
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what?
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings
coming to your house by me is over

(Chorus - Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese (Wyclef:Yeeah!)

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna wanna be Chinese (Fai dee chow ah!)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps go off, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
Go f... with your head man
I know a bunch of crypts that love red man
Blood book in New York man things done change
Stop, the chinks be all over the game
This ain't Bruce Lee, ya'll watch too much TV
This is a game of death when I aim for your chest
Too much sex got me seeing slow motion
Eyes barely open with a roach roastin'
And your girl, she loves the gin motion
Rub it on her body like body shop lotion
What's the commotion, you never seen me? (ngaw)
The original chinky eye emcee
You don't want to step to the army
And Double-R rank refugee
And the battle of the gun gonna make you speak
another language
And amigo I ain't talking about Spanish

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (wWclef: ladies)
Ya'll gonna wanna be Chinese (Wyclef: fellas)
(Jin: umm hay ahh!)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps go off, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna wanna be Chinese
Fai dee chow ah!
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps go off, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Jin)
This one goes out to those that order four chicken wings
And pork fried rice and throw dice
In the hood, you think this is all good?
Till the cowboys roam through like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would come to Chinatown
Get lost in town, end up in the lost in found
Eyewitnesses, you must be crazy
We don't speak English, we speak Chinese
And the only po-po we know is the pigs on the hook out by the window
Every time they harass me, I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads
I ain't ya 50 Cent, I ain't ya Eminem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a Chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks surprised when she saw it in the palm of her hands
You know what's next? Safe sex
I'll be damned if I sleep in the flesh with the insect

(Woman singing)
(Jin: dee caw chong hu teng ah! wei da co deen wah bi ngo la.)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexist man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things (Jin: zhan hay?)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexist man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things (daw che)

(Jin)
The moral of the story is
Don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think he's fam, but he's really undercover
I saw his name on the affidavit
It was written in Chinese and this is what he said:
(yee can tong yan chan coon hay yung chu sau so)
Bring about some local hooligans and thugs so
Catch them at midnight when they close the shop up
Reading the Ten Commandments, cooking up hecka
Biggie Small posters are all over the walls
If they think you'd save me the bullet, it's over ya'll
Me, I'm just Jin just doing my thang
Just doing my thang, just doing my thang
("chong sau caw tum may tew chek mu")
Why is there beef everywhere I go?
I'm drunk screaming, can't we all get along
My ladies with the thongs, my thugs with the firearms

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Wyclef: all the ghetto)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Wyclef: all the suburb)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese.
(Wyclef: Refugees)

(Jin)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese (Jin speaking Chinese: fai dee chow ah)
Ya'll gonna learn Chinese
When the pumps come out, ya'll gon' speak Chinese

(Woman singing) (jin: uh huh. oh)
(Jin: dee caw chong hu teng ah! wyclef! wei da co deen wah bi ngo la.)
Mr. Jin, you are the sexist man (ruff ryderz)
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things (Jin: zhan hay?))
Mr. Jin

(Wyclef)
The game will never be the same (Jin: wan yeen luh)
Double-R refugees (Jin: fan ok luh)
First Chinese rapper (chu tow)
First asian rapper (Jin: wyclef!... Refugees)
Yo Dee, wutup?
You got one right here man
(dee tong yan ka)
(wan yeen luh)
(wan yeen luh)

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