Funkmaster Flex - Rush Lyrics
[Lady Luck]Uhh, whatLady LuckDef JamShutting the game down from the whipTo the tunnelYou in da clubYoBang thisWhat ya'll gonna do when we rush the doorBuy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)Touch ya whore, I puff the rawPush a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jawDon't trust a broad who rocking the TimberlandsCriminal like Eminem don't act feminineBut talk slick and six hit your women friendsBall like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamonIt's them again (who)Niggas hotter then youIt's like cop car lights with my rocks in viewPay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie WallaceChick about them dollars, be a queen like HollisRockwilders, pop collars, glock hollersAt Any nigga out to stop oursCause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clotsOne spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot(Chorus) x2[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)[Lady Luck]I came in the door, said it beforeLuck getting drunk till I fall to the floorCome back for more, rock wall to wallBall till I score, then out by the mornHow I dip and ride that whip I driveOn I-95 getting hed in the rideMe and Root sipping Gin and The JuiceJewelry to loose, jeans hang over my bootsYou keep think that you bullet proofTill I put to your head give it a sunroofGood God, my whole squad hardAnd bank accounts is largePuff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean JohnChick shake yo ass like you want some cashNigga pump it fast like y
