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The Beatnuts
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Super Bad
Lyricist:Lester Fernandez, Bertony Smalls, Jerry Tineo
Where we at where we at? (Superbad)
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 gel flow takin' crews down to hell hole Make 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 you a straight maraclia With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker
Ha, yeah, that shit sound right Word up, yo, Fash, run that shit
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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
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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