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(feat. Autumn Rue) [Intro: U-God] I'm tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you Ain't ready, Mark, Mark, they ain't ready, man They ain't ready, they ain't ready, they ain't ready for me They ain't ready for me, they ain't ready for me right now, nigga I'm here... {*laugh*} When you thought it was safe Ahh... ooh... give it to me, give it to me Uh... yeah... now give it to me, give it to me Pump... now bump bump... now bump.. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, now bump [Chorus: Autumn Rue (U-God) {both}] Baby, when you put it on me (on me) Do you thing relentlessly ('lessly) Don't you wanna scream my name? {over, over} again I just wanna scream your name (your name) Give you lovin' that's insane {insane} Baby, won't you make me scream {over, over} again [U-God] Yo, yo, yo... now your's truly, same ol' g Ya'll gon' see, you can't hold me Feel my energy, my soul so free For a half a century, I've been low key Letras de cancionesWho is he? They call him, U-G-O-D Real grizzly, busy as a bee Feel it in the air, over the sea Don't be mad cuz your ho chose me Hazel eyes, no goatee, hold heat, rock you to sleep Known in the streets for my platinum teeth Cuz when I pop something, I go in deep, no bump [Chorus] [U-God] Now that's right, nigga, I got those skills Nerves of steel, sex appeal Hand skills, like windmills Mind bender, every time I send chills Dressed to kill, throw 'em in the trance Make 'em dance like ants in they pants Check out my, battle stance, comin' down Avalanche, war's closing and you got no chance Hard, rock, abs, move like a snake All that ass, make the waterbed break Skin like a god and for heaven's sake Why you wanna make a nigga scream your name? Spark.. [Autumn Rue] Niggaz try to say what I want What's the deal, let's keep this blunt We only try'nna have some fun How can, I get you home? I searched, you're not the typical kind of guy Your moves they, definetly caught my eye I like the way you take the beat slow After the party is on [Chorus x2] [Outro: U-God] Yeah, yeah, yeah From the Slums of Shaolin Hillside Scramblers, we out the garbage, niggaz What? Huh? You ain't think I was gon' come back, huh? Did ya? It's U-G-O-D-Zilla That's right, that's right, Hillside Scramblers The gram handlers is back, yo Mark, yo Mark Yo, spark that track, baby! From Letras Mania