They Ready - DJ Khaled

They Ready - DJ Khaled
Written by：Willie Hutc
You are the one one baby
DJ Khaled
Yeah
And you know it don't stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown
On my first down
N**gas thought I was gon' flop
See
I hustle like my momma but
I look just like my pops
Ha
And we still duckin' cops
Ride round and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
N**gas know I'm takin' they spot
'Cause that's Cole up on the play clock
Show just how
I came from way back
Just like TIP told you ASAP
But you n**gas rappin' like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that's your dream car
N**ga that's my old whip
Oh that's your dream girl
N**ga that's my old b**ch
Oh that's your new flow
N**ga that's my old sh*t
This that new KRIT
Sh*t that Cole sh*t
Them country n**gas
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world
Twice to be exact
Six bad b**ches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever
Ha
They say they ready for whatever
Yo yo yo cro
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat it knock
Got the old school
In my old school
'Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like
She was supposed to you
Up in arms 'cause she bopped
I hate to say it but
I got to say that
I wish that they would just stop
So f**k these haters f**k these hoes
That ain't slammin doors on they drop
Y'all n**gas too young to remember
How to The beat but I'm not
So when it come to snappin' Cadillacs SpottieOttie
Dopaliscious y'all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4
Were the sh*t b**ch wait 'til my album drop
Get 'em cuh
Say that's yo' new car
N**ga that's my old slab
Say that's yo' new b**ch
N**ga that's my old stab
Oh that's yo new flow
That sh*t sound so trash
This that new KRIT
Sh*t that Cole sh*t
Them country n**gas
Hol' up
But don't forget about
Compton n**ga
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for no limit
And the rest for death row
That means
I been 'bout it 'bout it and
This is the realist sh*t
I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then
They are the loudest of liars
I know
I only desire to blow
She only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute
And that's not the
Instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherf**ker drag like
RuPaul I'll drag
Your a** to the floor
B**ch I can admit
I'm a recovered addict
Paraphernalia that is
Tellin the doctor
I'm sick
Head
Doctor I'm needing your lips
Yea
Proper analogy for it if I can afford it then I won't ignore
It clear
Cop me a palace and Porsche
And right when I floor
It that's when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus
Uh
Keeping one foot in your anus
Uh
The other foot all on your neck
Repeatedly stomp 'til I break it uh
B**ch I'm demanding respect
These b**ches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled
Even if I had callus holding the torch
Ain't no challenge
One for the money
Two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever
Ha
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world
Twice to be exact
Six bad b**ches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever
Ha
They say they ready for whatever
For whatever
For whatever
For whatever