You take one step out a big black Cadillac A bowler hat and a pinstripe pair of slacks He's got a cane but he's got no limp He does it for the image,
Translation: Ready Set. The Bandit.
Its quiet, right before the storm Im eyeing Everyone I see, Im silent So damn fly Im a pilot No Im a giant Hope that youre ready when I set off the riot See my band
) The mood is set (Yeah) The sound is right, I?m heated Look to my left and check my crowd Look to my right to see if they are ready now (Yeah) (By hand
Give it here and don't say nuthin' Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin' When the team on the set with the guns gone clap Gettin' down
Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire There's a whole lot of money that's ready to burn So get those stakes up higher There's
ready to rock, we're ready to roll Stand up and shout Are you ready, are you ready? Come on and get it Stand up and shout We're ready to rock, we're
mumps Until you haters come on try and play me like I'm a chump We got them killas on our team and they ready to dump I hope you dig that 'cause this
a ladies lover But if I was, you'd be under my cover And not only that, you'd be under my wing And me and you'd be doin' the nasty thing Whenever you're ready
I jumped out the blocks like ready, set, go Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin' collage And out the garage, is
more But tonight, I close up my tour in your room Know I pull 'em out of the crowd and guess who The band is in place, the cameras are set I make sure
Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire I gotta whole lotta money That's ready to burn so Get those stakes up higher Well, there
and white TV I was so ready for something to set me free Those four boys from England, singin' right to me That night I had a dream, of a rock 'n' roll band
forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake Now we're the band
there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They
shake them. every time I look ones coming If I lose it, I'm afraid I'm gonna start dumping Stay calm, clear my brain Set fire to a face so I don't
rep the strange lane couldn't ask for a better life or better fam, yeah my fans they set us right so they get a jam and all of my heart and soul and confusion ready
