Artist: R.A. the Rugged Man
Album:  Die, Rugged Man, Die
Song:   How Low
Typed by: grouchogave@libero.it

FOUR!, THREE!, TWO!, ONE!

Ayyo, Back around, There's a new crew in town
The Mandingos, we get down, the Bad Brains
Rugged Man, yeah, we the type that steal your chain
Underground shit in case you don't know our names
Yeah I got hip hop flowin through my veins
Stop that crazy thing jup-juppa-jup-juppa-Jane
Jammin, the Germanan, Deutschlanden
Standin, who the fuck let the Rugged Man in
I'm like you don't know how we rock the show
And yall can't see how we bout to blow
It's like budum budum, b-guitar off-beat retard he chubb, with the heat up
We are white-wigga-white-wh-white
You're a gangster right, why you're scared to fight?
I'm like Rugged Man eat yall, defeat yall
Educate you, teach yall, to the beat yall

[Chorus]
How low can you go
lower baby lower baby lower lower
How low can you go
lower baby lower baby lower lower
switch it up
high higher baby higher baby higher higher
all right put your hands in the sky
higher baby higher baby higher higher

Rock rock on, ************* (?)
Get off the dancefloor, baby loose control
I'm like what you suckers can say to me?
Throw your hands in the air if you fuck for free
And girls put your hands up if you take money
And guys yell hoes you ain't gettin shit from me
Bombama, cock the hammer, shamalama, body slammer, that's the way am'a
Now party people in the place to be
You see the Rugged Man rock on the m-i-c
Capital W, h, i, t, e
Ain't not one rapper out there can fuck with me
Who we? We the D-I-double B
Do your homework, let 'em learn your history
Hypnotic, hot shit robotic, pop rock, dirty dance erotic
Get, get retarded

[Chorus]

If you ain't got a nickel to your name
And you still bringin none home with you then scream
You got a big fat nice juicy fat behind
You over 200 pounds, I'ma make you mine
See you in the club yeah we gonna bump and grind
And let's party like it's 1999
It's 2000 Queens, NYC
Suffolk County, me, Washington D.C.
All my dirty white people, raise the roof
All my dirty black people, raise the roof
It's like we're a band hand in hand, this ain't just your ordinary jam, It's the Mandingo fam
And if you got big titties and a big fat ass
All my women in the house go get that cash
You see ain't nobody messin with the Rugged Man
I'm back by unpopular demand

[Chorus]