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| Beatnuts Miscellaneous Muchachacha [Willie Stubz] Can I hit that? It's Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up Uh huh, let's blaze it Yo check it out yo I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower Twist L's, Hennesey sour, pass on the powder Make an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengence Fight for independence, like my descendants Write a whole chapter, compressed in one sentence I blast in an instance, America's most makin a toast Fine women playin us close Underground to the street level Money and jewels we embezzle Never play the fool for the devil The temptation is there to hug you like a grizzly bear Fuckin wit the wild life, beware Willie Stubz the underboss and I move wit force When po-po take a loss I have no remorse You know the deal, only blazin shit that could feel Beatnuts be movin the crowd like blue steel Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal "Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward" [Swinger] Yo I pop up like sicles When you ain't on point like hard nipples I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek I'm so nice that I'm not, call me nasty I bite my toenails and spit em at wack niggas I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin rap figgas Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I unwind, puffin on vines, baby and nines Till the spotlight is mine, pullin up in the Lex truck Wit four chrome rims, ha for the best buck Three TV's and twelve-changer cd's Bumpin everything from Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's Ain't nuttin funny like Missy wit her hee-hee's MC's get popped but not wit no bibi's Swing calhoun and styles like Sassoon Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles "Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, ?put it on me?" [Psycho Les] You don't know the half so Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows Outta assholes, I'm on a roll So butter me, bitches wanna mother me Take they bras off and smother me Irkin me, for an appointment Cuz they love jerkin me off the ointment It's Pyscho, the new pimp, the new pimp Dead all the bullshit, get wit this new hit As I hit the bong so, stay Puff like Sean Combs Bang heads like bongos, you get the *gong sound* like The Gong Show Catch you comin out the tree spot Cripple you wit a knee drop Now you struttin real cute like a peacock Personal injuries when faces run into these Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon "Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward" [Ju Ju] Yo I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a banger Flip and pull your lungs out wit a hanger I'm not a trouble-making nigga, but I handle my beef You on some Eric B. shit like "What happened to peace?" Got no problem wit smashin teeth, fuckin your wife Robbin you nigga, kidnappin your niece Bless your cheek wit a permanent crease I'm a problem you don't need Y'all probably go run for police Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world Hang wit all the thugs in the world Won't be the first hole that I dug in the world Taste dick when you kissin your girl? Well you should cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga "Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back foward" *Swinger talking shit to the end* |
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