- The Beatnuts Superbad 歌詞
- The Beatnuts
- Where we at where we at?
(Superbad)
Hold *************t Jack got the house jam packed
World famous Beat**** makin' moves that's alike
Black 24 track EQ the ******' bump
You stare too long and your ass will get jumped
C**** smack you with my elbow
Watch the el flow takin' crews down to hell hole
Mak 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 ******' boo, but I don't sweat it I deep my cool
Pump yous a straight maraclia
With the diabolical sounds coming through your speaker
Ha yeah that *************t sound right word up yo, Fash run that *************t!
My name is Fa*************on 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' *************s up and *************t
That ************* good so I'm a be all up in it, ******' it
I dive in ***** 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
Just hate it when them dumb mother*******s act fly
Well, I went down pulled nut my ******' jamma
But *************t started gettin' thick so I had to ******* the hammer
Like Boow! There you go on the floor
Now you can't ************* around with these **** no more
See *************s 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 ************* with mine
Yo, we the **** that make you scream ****
With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker
When you need the funk in your trunk bump the ****
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 ******* 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 *************s like still I don't feel *************t
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 *************t is underground my *************t 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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