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Where we at where we at? |
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(Superbad) |
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Hold shit Jack got the house jam packed |
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World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's alike |
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Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump |
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You stare too long and your ass will get jumped |
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Chump smack you with my elbow |
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Watch the el flow takin' crews down to hell hole |
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Mak the dead become active, 40 ounce |
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So I could pronounce every as it is |
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Right pass the light so I can spark it |
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But you wanna puff? Bring on the chocolate bag |
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Your tail wag where the lighto |
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I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item |
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(Superbad) |
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Shame on you fuckin' boo, but I don't sweat it I deep my cool |
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Pump yous a straight maraclia |
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With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker |
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Ha yeah that shit sound right word up yo, Fash run that shit! |
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My name is Fashion you want to cut it short take the cool ass blast |
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And to the back and make it cool ass Fash 'cause I be blastin' |
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Wettin' niggas up and shit |
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That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it |
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I dive in sluts on the reg |
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Got one for your head punk even if your lead cause I'm cool |
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And you can be cool if you tried |
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Just hate it when them dumb motherfuckers act fly |
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Well, I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma |
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But shit started gettin' thick so I had to cock the hammer |
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Like Boow! There you go on the floor |
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Now you can't fuck around with these nuts no more |
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See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk |
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But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk |
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Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time |
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So you suckers back off cause you can't fuck with mine |
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Yo, we the Nuts that make you scream nuts |
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With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker |
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When you need the funk in your trunk bump the Nuts |
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With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker |
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Yo, I'm comin' out my face like a mad scar |
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I'm all about the money the bitches and drive around in a bad car |
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'Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for keeps |
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I stay strapped 'cause I ain't got no time to roll deep |
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Roughed and raw kid my heart pumps acid |
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Through my veins watch your brains get blasted, what? |
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I came to freak the funk on the real tip |
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The junkyard niggas like still I don't feel shit |
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And all the hoes out here just be frontin' |
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So I proceed to hold my own and maintain |
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And get mines those that try to front can catch pain |
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You know my style so prepare for the slaughter |
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Your shit is underground my shit is underwater |
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'Cause I was crazy yo even before I started rappin' |
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And I'm a pull your card if you think it can't happen |
