Are You Ready?
The Beatnuts Feat. Grand Puba Lyrics


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Yo yo yo pass that shit, pass that shit ugh
Yeah yeah yeah y'all ready for this?
Wha wha wha wha who is it?
Who up in this piece?

It's the wicked, with another winner hit
Stickin ho's like I'm supposed to be
Innocent
Once again, let's get this set poppin
I got your head noddin and
There ain't no stoppin
This here, crystal clear
Pour it in your ear and let it sot up
Gimme the cash and just shut up
Tell me who brought those streets
From Queens that bud special
Chronic choke, pull it
It pops your blood vessel
The hispanic Shaft packs a gat, too
Produce and rap, too
Bless you like I hatchew
Basslines I'm throwin at you
Like pshhh, du-du-du dum

I bust my gat lovely, low down
Dirty and ugly
Shortly developped a taste for good bubbly
Don't bug me cause all the girls love me
And a lot of you cats is
Gettin wrapped in a rug, b
You all late, why you mad I got my own plate?
Think you niggas wouldn't catch it
For the long case? Ghetto pro, now you know
Get the name straight
Holdin it down since them cables
With the name plate

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flava so strong
Fills the room like Buddha scent, uhuh
I don't like choke
Gotta get paid so it's time to go for broke
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I
Join right with 'em
Niggas can't see this flow so it's
Time to down sit 'em
I kick the flow for the
Niggas with the bald heads
Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
But when you try to clock
The pocket that's that bullshit!
So let's get down with one
Of New York's finest
Seed to the brain like Primatine
To clear the sinus
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
Beatnuts comin' with the rugged
It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?




No shame in the game
So Doogie where the weed at?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Are You Ready" by The Beatnuts feat. Grand Puba exude confidence, attitude, and aggressive energy. The opening lines set up the stage for the song, demanding listeners to pay attention and get ready for the onslaught of rhymes and beats. The first verse establishes the persona of the artist, a man who takes pride in his sexual escapades and uses his superior rhyming skills to attract women. He also boasts of his power to control his listeners, saying he can make them hum to his tune and rewind his rhymes.


The second verse by Grand Puba takes on a more socially conscious tone, discussing police brutality and the fear it creates in urban neighborhoods. He talks about his love for music and how it fills the room like a buddha stick, giving him the confidence to face the challenges of life. He also gives a shout-out to the different hairstyles of his fans, showing his appreciation for diversity. The chorus "Are you ready?" is repeated throughout the song, asking listeners if they are ready to join the artist on his journey and embrace his raw and unfiltered music.


Line by Line Meaning

What we gonna do right here is
Let's get ready for some action


Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Encouragement to engage and participate


Check it out, check it out
Pay attention and listen closely


Yo, yo, yo who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?
Who is this person performing on the microphone?


It's the wicked, nigga with the super dick
It's a person with a vulgar charm and impressive skills


Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, uh!
Having sex with multiple partners as if he's in a movie


One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
With just one performance, he captivates and impresses his audience


Now you want to press rewind
Listeners want to repeat and hear it again


I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
Words that are flowing so smoothly they are like soap suds


Slice the fuckin' philly and break up the buds
Cutting up a joint and separating the weed pieces


The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
He's carrying a gun like a penis on a hispanic man


Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
Causing lasting damage to someone like tattoo ink does


Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
Putting some groove into your music playlist


Da doom doom, do doom
Onomatopoeic sound of a beat


Yeah, cool makin' moves nigga so smooth
Confident and relaxed in his actions


Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'skills
Frightening his audience and leaving them in awe


But queens is like the area
Referencing a location in New York City


I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
Looking directly at his listeners with passion and strength


Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black!
Breaking open the bag of drugs and rolling a joint


Act like you want a nigga and watch me hit him
Acting like you want a fight and then seeing him attack


Then I have my shottie' let my brother divine get him
Bringing a friend to join in the fight


We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch
Successfully getting the job done with the help of supporters


She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much
Making sexual pleasure an expression of love


Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight
Performing oral sex because of how good the sex is


And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night
Being sexually aroused by a partner even when not physically together


So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
Allowing a chance to show off some skills


Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit
Leaving the scene after an impressive performance


Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
Pausing and stating a need to take care of something


Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off
Being tough and aggressive like an attacking dog


Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews
Law enforcement is still viewed as intimidating and oppressive


Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues
Referring to police brutality and injustice


Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
Having a powerful and captivating music style


You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block
His music is heard everywhere in the city


Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock
Being successful financially and having great music


Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks
Having an audience that is eager and hopeful for more music


Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Announcing the beginning of something great


Grand time to represent flavor so strong
Showing off his unique and impressive style


Fills the room like buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke
Being present and intense without causing discomfort


Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke
Needing to make money and risking everything to do so


Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em
Working together with his musical collaborators


Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em
Being able to outperform and intimidate others


I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads
Performing for a specific group of people with a certain look


Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
Listing the different demographics he appeals to


Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
Apologizing for using derogatory language towards women


But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit!
Calling out someone for trying to steal or take advantage


So let's get down with one of new york's finest
Joining forces with another talented artist from the area


Seed to the brain like primatine to clear the sinus
Providing insights and knowledge that can improve one's mental state


Grand puba, stud doogie with the mad style
A talented rapper with a unique and impressive style


Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(hey you, watch out now!)
A warning that they are bringing their best and most intense performance


It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?
Starting the music and urging the audience to get excited


No shame in the game, so doogie where the weed at?
Not being afraid to participate in drug use and seeking it out


Are you ready? y'all ready for him?
Asking the audience if they are ready for the performance


Are you ready? y'all ready for us?
Asking the audience if they are ready for the performers




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Written by: Jerry Tineo, Lester Fernandez

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