Naaah, dis kid can't be from Canada?!!
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CHORUS [Maestro Fresh Wes & Showbiz]
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We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff
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We make it for the people that can never get enough
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We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff
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We make it for the people that can never get enough
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Everybody go side to side, and glide to the vibe
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Turn yourself around and make your backbone slide
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LT drops the needle on the plastic
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Things are getting kind of drastic
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But I want to make a mill, so I can't stay still
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I got to write a classic
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No need to ask if the radio's gonna blast it
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Listen to the brass, whip a kick a fram
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'Til the lamb to the other lamb, now you're spastic
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I've never made a movie in my life
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But if Wesley snipe, he guarentee to take your life
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On the mic mech I'm rifling, suckers I be stifling
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You gonharea, I'm tetracycline
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I ain't a stud but the hotties at the club whistle
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Never dropped a dud, blood drizzles like a scud missle
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'Cause on the scene I'm much meaner (yeah)
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And I'm about to blow the fuck up like Hiroshima
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I want to see the party peple move to the rhythmn
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As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism
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Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script
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It's going to go like this
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CHORUS
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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It's the return of the sperm donor
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And the owner of the boner diploma
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Fresh Wes is taking over
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I can't sing like Boyz II Men or Jodeci
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But women take a shower when they get off the phone with me
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I stalk skins and then I rock skins on box springs
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They clinging my ding-a-ling-a-linging for offspring
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But they don't understand me, I got to see the Ramsey
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Before I see the bamsey, but that's still besides the point
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All I really want to do is rock the joint
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Beacuse I'm big and I'm bad, it's too easy for a nigga to brag
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So what I try to do is toss a little zig and a zag and zig again
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Just like my nigga Jimmy King of Michigan
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I'm dropping punks like dominoes
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Even your pops will say (Fresh Wes is phenomenal)
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See, I even got your dad on the rhythmn
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As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism
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Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script
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It's going to go like this
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CHORUS X2
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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(We love you Maestro)
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yeah, that's what my fans will shout
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But don't sweat my dick yet, wait 'til my album's out
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'Cause there's more up my sleave
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And like Mobb Deep said (it's the flav for the non-believe)
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I steal the show like a larsonist
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Smoke the microphone like an arsonist
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Don't ask me if I'm fresh, 'cause it's obvious
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So just applause to this, defness
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Because you know freshness is next to Godliness
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Maestro is a lander, a commander
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When the microphone's in my hand it is panda-
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Monium on a podium, I'm showing, blowing them up
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Like I'm sodium nitrate, as I shake the auditorium
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So just move to the rhythmn
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As I kick flavs on the mic mechanism
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Show's beats are crisp and I flip the script
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It's going to go like this
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CHORUS X2
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OUTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Yeah, going out to Farley Flex, Maximum Definitive
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You know what I'm saying
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Raggamuffin Rascalz, the Funky Migraine making it for the ruff yo
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LTD makes it for the ruff
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Exhibit FDRK is making it for the ruff
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Lord Finesse is making it for the ruff
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My man Perfection
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Showbix and AG are definitely making it for the ruff
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And in case you don't know by now the Maestro Fresh Wes
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Is making it for the ruff, yo
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'93 blowing up like the World Trade Center
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I'm out
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Make it for the Ruff (Bonus)
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