The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts - Superbad lyrics

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[Intro:]

Where we at where we at? (superbad)



Psycho Les:

Hold shit Jack got the house jam packed

World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's alike

Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump 

You stare too long and your ass will get jumped

Chump smack you with my elbow

Watch the el flow takin' crews down to hell hole

Mak the dead become active, 40 ounce

so I could pronounce every as it is

Right pass the light so I can spark it

But you wanna puff? Bring on the chocolate bag

Your tail wag where the lighto

I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item (superbad)

Shame on you fuckin' boo, but I don't sweat it I deep my cool

Pump yous a straight maraclia 

"With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker"



[Talking:]

Ha yeah that shit sound right word up yo Fash run that shit!



Fashion aka Al Tariq:

My name is Fashion you want to cut it short take the cool ass blast

And to the back and make it cool ass Fash cause I be blastin'

Wettin' niggas up and shit

That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it

I dive in sluts on the reg

Got one for your head punk even if your lead cause I'm cool

And you can be cool if you tried 

Just hate it when them dumb motherfuckers act fly

Well I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma

But shit started gettin' thick so I had to cock the hammer

Like Boow! There you go on the floor

Now you can't fuck around with these nuts no more

See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk

But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk

Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time

SO you suckers back off cause you can't fuck with mine



[Hook:]

"Yo we the Nuts that make you sream nuts"

"With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker"

"When you need the funk in your trunk bump the Nuts"

"With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker"



[JuJu:]

Yo I"m comin' out my face like a mad scar

I'm all about the money the bitches and drive around in a bad car

Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for keeps

I stay strapped cause I ain't got no time to roll deep

Roughed and raw kid my heart pumps acid

Through my veins watch your brains get blasted, What?

I came to freak the funk on the real tip

The junkyard niggas like still I don't feel shit

And all the hoes out here just be frontin'

So I proceed to hold my own and maintain

And get mines those that try to front can catch pain

You know my style so prepare for the slaughter

Your shit is underground my shit is underwater

Cause I was crazy yo even before I started rappin'

And I'm a pull your card if you think it can't happen
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Language: English

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