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(Intro) |
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BOOM! |
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Hah, yeah |
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Turn my mic up a little bit |
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Here we come now, uh, uh, uh |
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Turn my mic up, yeah, hah |
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Here we go |
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You know when to bring them drums in, right? |
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He got it.... |
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JuJu- |
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Check it out, with that sauerkrautt |
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Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about |
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I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder |
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Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter |
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What's up cus, you forgot who I was |
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Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz |
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A crazy hispanic, no need to panic |
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Drop words over beats, clear, no static |
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Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips |
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After a show, you say yo he really |
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Ripped shit up, people all get up |
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Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up |
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But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin', |
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Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin' |
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(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!) |
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And, bring me back in |
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So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring |
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I go yeah, it's like that and uh |
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I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh |
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Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and |
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What, you try to play me out like an accordion |
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I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms |
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And call the bitch a dirty custodian |
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It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all |
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Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all |
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Chorus- |
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You know that |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening.... |
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Yo, I be THE MACK |
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Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react |
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When I close my eyes I don't see black |
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I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack |
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Mentally asleep |
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Listen to this(Group shout) |
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Fashion- |
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I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister |
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I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her |
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Foul and rude, that's my style |
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I hate to smile, I like to drink |
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Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...) |
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Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid |
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Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid |
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Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter |
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It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter |
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Feel the vibe, check the flava |
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You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya |
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You lose your mind, then you lose your soul |
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If it get's wild, then you lose control |
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Yeah you can run, but you can't go far |
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Everywhere you look, right there's where you are |
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You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star |
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You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car |
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Chorus- |
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You know that |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands |
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clappening |
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I swing up on the scene like ming |
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Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing |
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Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel |
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Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow |
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Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick |
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Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit |
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My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix |
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Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix |
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Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda |
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Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha |
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Sparked by desire, you know what I mean |
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Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend |
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Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick |
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Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click |
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Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash |
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We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash |
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Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani- |
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Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black |
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So beat this chy'all |
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Beat this y'all |
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Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all |
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You know that |
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Rappening, keep your pockets flappening |
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Rappening, keep your pockets flappening |
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Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening..... |
