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"Watch out now!" |
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Yea, yea.. uh-uh! |
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Mm-mmm! |
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Get money, get money! |
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(Get, get money, get money) |
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(Get, get money, get money) Uh-uh! |
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(Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY (get that money) |
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(Get) GET MONEY, GET MONEY |
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Yeah, GET MONEY, GET MONEY .. "Listen to the first verse" |
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"Watch out now!" |
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(Psycho Les) |
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Aiyyo my song's on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to |
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(I love dough-oh) Order three buckets of Mo'-Mo' |
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We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly) |
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Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly) |
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You wan' hate me? Cause your wifey, wants a autograph? |
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From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that |
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When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback |
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Beatnuts is ALLA THAT, your shit, ALL THE WACK |
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Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah |
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Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela |
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Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up |
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I'm fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- WHATEVER! |
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I'ma storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off |
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with a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid |
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Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips |
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while I'm at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips |
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Then I bag this chick, with a, "Hi," and the eye |
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She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly |
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I could ALREADY imagine my shit stuck inside |
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Everytime I strike, haters be like, "Dat fucking guy!" |
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Chorus: Beatnuts + Yellaklaw |
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How's that yo? It's hard for you to swallow |
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It don't take much for us to let the metal holla |
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Lead's bustin out of a old black Impala |
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Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla |
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Big Ju, dime lo conllo, how we do?, how we do? (How we do) |
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(How the girl don't only love me, they love you!) |
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Whatchu gonna do? (What, what, what?) |
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Nigga whatchu gonna do? (What, yo) |
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(JuJu) |
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Here's to my pollyin niggaz who campaign |
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To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne |
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Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains |
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Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains |
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Front watch a nigga get shot from close range |
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The most range, crazy motherfucker won't change |
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Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain? |
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Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane |
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Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash |
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You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass |
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I ain't even know they made a Roley for your cheap ass |
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Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads |
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Now the beef has, gotten over your head |
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It's over you dead, Ranger Rover, both of your legs |
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til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year |
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Cause for real, there ain't nothin but crooks in here, nigga |
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Chorus -> Beatnuts last line "Whatcha gon' do when Beatnuts come through baby!" |
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(Beatnuts) |
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(Get money, get money) Psycho Les |
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(Get money, get money) Big Ju |
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(Get money, get money) Beatnuts |
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(Get money, get money) |
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(Get money, get money) |
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(Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your hands up |
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(Get money, get money) Throw your hands up, throw your hands up.. |
