TONIGHT..  Tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (SMOKE BLUNTS ALL NIGHT LONG)    Baby, allnight long.  DAYLIGHT  Daylight you still be ROCKIN WITH THE RHYTHM BLUNT...CRU  And we'll rock on and on and on and on...    (Yogi)  Mic check 1 to get ready, hon  Peace to the rhythm blunt Cru packin guns  And give me some funk that's wild and   Poundin   And i'll get nastier than Florida Evens doo-doo brownin  Astoundin  Gives the peace up like jimmy snooker   And have ya head bobbin like a hoods point hooker  I'm in there like swimwear   Oh yeah   No diggi  And when i shoot my rose, you'd think my name was ???  Zunga zung, zunga zunga zeng (ZUNGA ZUNG, ZUNGA ZUNGA ZENG)  And my favorite jams Method Man by Wu-Tang  Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation  When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation  Flip the script like a angry actor shake or poke ya  I'll wet ya with my supa-soaka  Cuz when I display my strong flow,  I gotcha in a sleepa life ??? strong bow    [Mighty Ha]  HEYYA, HEYYA, HEYYA HO    (Chadio)  Pass the peice of steel to the one Chadio  And let me crush it,  With a new style few pile peices and bits   Into hits   Like this here shit  So calm down clown  When I come around  I'm not happy slappy, walkin town with a frown  Get down, get down with the rhythm in your ear  And peep out the sound from here   To Zaire  If this don't work, things get steep and deep   I'm runnin in the streets   And i'm playin for keeps  For now i crack heads, but don't mistake me for a white rock  Keep my jail ceasar, instead of a nasty tight lock  Dread get me fed  End up dead   Cuz i'm phsyco   Choppin you down is the route that i might go  And that goes  For all my enemies and my foes  Pronto, pronto    Chorus: Might Ha (repeat 4X)    PRONTO!  Nigga gimme yours  All a bitch could do for me is  Eat dick and drop her drawers     (Yogi)  In L.I.P   This is how we be   Snappin necks  Stashin checks  And next on the pussy  Neva with tha hoes cuz the hoes is screamin rape  Buff my nut while I beep on my kalima harmet tapes  Done, now I'm walkin thru her crib in my undies  Honie in the back room screamin roll bundi  Cuz when I knock da boots, the horror, the horror  I'm orphan annie, hon, see ya tomorrow, tomorrow   Time to pick up Chad, Ha and some ism, damn, oh no  I'm kinda low  Go to willis avenue and tell jamaican J  I'd gladly pay him tuesday for a bag of boom today  (AAHHHH!)  You got the boom, it's over  I'm behind the wheel, so Cha's the designated roller  Cha pass to chad pass to the Y-O-G  We takin part of this to dr. dre on sista b  It's like that yo (THAT YO)  Like that yo (THAT YO)  And if you ask what's in your mouth, it's my fat ballz, yo  Crazy legit the ill shit's neccessary   To make you dance ya ass off like Fred "Rerun" Berry  Very much a love bug like Herbie  I got crazy game, kerbie, kerbie    (Chadio)  You got crazy game and I got crazy gats  And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)  It's the one and only, only one   That leaves niggas strung  By the flip of a lip, by the flung   Of a tounge  Couldn't care less if the world blew up  But i wanna blow up before it blows  Thru flows  Of persistance   Which make a difference   In my everyday existence  Causin me to go the long distance  But back to a simple style and type format  As I stomp on comp just like a doormat   This type stuff's under lock and key (key)  Chad is a ruff as ruff can be (be)  Now how ruff can that be, well let's go figa  Ruffa than son of sam with a slam trigga  Ruffa than a criminal takin a liquor swigga  Ruffa than the voice on that Kid Lord Jigga  So toodaloo, ta-ta, cheerio  This here shit is type Pronto    (chorus)  Shat CRU, CRU, CRU   Whaaat.....whaat