(Little kid)

It's the Beatnuts

A world premier (2x)

[Verse 1 - Psycho Les]

What you thought, I couldn't afford another drink

So I went up to the bar, stole a bottle

Watch me slide through the crowd in place

To chill backstage, anybody acts strange

Smack them with the black gauge

I flow smooth to this, while you don't even know how to move to this

But it's the Beatnuts, we don't have to prove shit

Anything we drop is the shit, certified blazing

Hittin' honeys like Marie Jason

Bless and seven days at the Holiday's Inn

After each show, the telly is like a peepshow

Doggie steelo, is how we hit each Ho

If I don't get you now, I'mma gonna get you next tour

Shortie looking like she wants to explore

Shortie looking like she wants to have sex raw

Shortie looking like enough of that, enough of that

Dull as they seem none of that, you don't got a ride home

Call your mother back, it's like that

Follow the rules and later you can swallow the jewels

Bragging to your girlfriends

How you sucked it and I fucked it in the mini-chopper

Cause she just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper

Chorus:

It's the niggas that you play is hate to see

You know they run up in your girl from 1-2-3

It's the nuts (2x)

In the crib, in the club, and the SUV

It's the Shhh you wanna hear every place you be

It's the nuts (2x)

[Verse 2 - JuJu]

How much you wanna bet? I get as close as I wanna get

Anybody gets tough, see if I'm a threat

Catch me in the club sittin in the shadows, bottle of J.D

Surrounded by some bad ho's treat them bitches like bodyarmour

If there is beef in the club I shoot right through your body mama

Why everybody hates so much? It's real out here but I can only take so much

I'm everything you love to hate

You mad you the only one that fake (2x)

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Al' Tariq]

Ha

Yo, what it is, what it is, can I touch this up

A smidgen yo like my addicts can I drug this up

Drift flow to be sporadic, strictly bombs and such

How much for these fanatics want the dome to the gut, gone to clutch

Watch how these chickens jump a double like dutch and then what

How these niggas walk and duck in their trucks (What's the drive?)

Yo, I'm gonna keep you cats on your toes, ah yo fuck the gun play

Just some niggas and ho's for some party and shit

La-di-da-di shit, my niggas lift the clip

My ladies lip the dick and that's it

Now the party goes cardiovascio, cermonial masteral

To keep that factual, keep that a hundred nuts

Bust them with whatever yo, show off the hook

You crooks just stand shook, blow you niggas to bits

If you witnessed the fits, strictly kick the hits

On and on the shit, like what

Chorus