I'm Ready (Y'all Ain't Ready for This)

[Intro: Phil Da Agony]

For all my Down South, West Coast, East Coast club

Down South, West Coast, East Coast club

Down South, West Coast, East Coast club

Down South, West Coast, East Coast club

Down South, West Coast, East Coast club

Baby, betta cut you a rug

[Phil Da Agony]

For my dimes, doves, hustlers, thugs

Posted outside of the lines of the clubs

Clubs, clubs, affectin all of y'all

Fights at night, right clutchin my jaws

Laws get broken, hoppin on the first thing smokin

Rhymes in the marinade soakin

Kin folks all at the bar, yo put the bottles on ice

And let 'em who you are, you a star

Tash got cash, Supernat' rollin up stacks

Phil-a react on a will.i.am track

Back to the basics, 501s with the Asics

Rap City rhymes from +The Basement+

Cement blocks, still on my +Lox+

+Money, Power, Respect+, still on my licks

I get the whole crowd wet

Betcha bottom dollar, we top dollar, Rotweiller

Hip-hop scholars, disc jocks holler

[Chorus: will.i.am]

Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this)

Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this)

Cause y'all ain't ready, you steady try to

("Pick it up, pick it up!") but it's just too heavy for ya

Ah naw (y'all ain't ready for this)

Hell naw (y'all ain't ready for this)

Y'all ain't ready, you steady try to

("Pick it up, pick it up!") but it's just too heavy for ya

[Tash]

And I'm a shark in the water searchin for that place

Swing around baby girl, swing that ass re-way

Me and Ick lit the wick to the dynamite stick

It goes..."SSSSSSSSS, ss-ss-ss, phoo"..

Kamikaze, paparazzis dodge me

Walkin through the club, I look drugged up like Ozzy

I leave 'em in the dust then it's, ashes to ashes

Y'all sport Jordans? Jordan sports Tashes

Alas is, me and Supernat is runnin' through 'em

We don't {*gun cocks*}, we just sue 'em

CD to the wax, the wax is to the MiniDisc

We walk in Benz dealerships like "Yeah {bitch}, gimme this!"

And roll off that drop top off the lot

I'm beatin down your block, what the {fuck} y'all got? (woop! woop!)

Catastrophe and the Black Eyed Peas

I'm comin through straight FADIN on you wack emcees, it's like...

[Chorus]

[Phil Da Agony]

Stars, cars, wars, clothes

Tearin down stages, late night shows

Chips, whips, tips, kicks

Posted in the club, flicks, chicks

Stars, cars, wars, clothes

Tearin down stages, late night shows

Chips, whips, tips, kicks

Posted in the club, flicks, chicks, c'mon

[Supernatural]

The club is packed, it's filled with smoke

My fits are fresh, yo I'm 'bout to make my approach

It didn't hit the stroke of twelve, I'm under the spell

'Bout to make my move to the corner, twist up an L

The DJs' playin' my shit, start rollin it fast

So I can get to the bar and start toastin with Tash

Play this joint in the club, get the party on smash

My interest is +Grand+, yo and I'm a +Master+ like Caz

Predators in the club, lookin straight for the stab

Ready to get freaky-deaky, go back to the lab

I love that it's club night, I'm gettin my rub right

Don't you hate when cats spoil it by havin a club fight?

But that's alright, one cat don't stop no show

Bouncers, do your job, Phil, pass that droll

We gonna, do it to death, then do it some mo'

Look at the way the shortys movin out there on the flo', whoa

[Chorus]