Superbad - Intellectual

[Intro]

Where we at? Where we at? Where we at?

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

[Verse 1: Psycho Les]

Holy 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 L-flow takin' crews down to hellhole

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

Make 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 keep my cool

Punk, you's a straight-up marica

With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker

[Interlude]

Ha, yeah, that shit sound right (No, with the—)

Word up

Yo, Fash, run that shit!

[Verse 2: Fashion aka Al Tariq]

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

Just hate it when them dumb motherfucks act fly

Well, I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma

But shit started gettin' thick, so I had to cock the hammer

Like baow! There you go on the floor

Now, you can't fuck around with these nuts no more

See niggas be fakin', just hangin' with the funk

But in all that chokin', always swang 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

[Chorus]

Yo, we the Nuts that make you sceam 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, we the Nuts that make you sceam 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

[Verse 3: JuJu]

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

Rugged 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, before I started rappin'

And I'ma pull your card if you think it can't happen

[Outro]

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

Diabolical sound—

Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad

Diabolical sound—

Diabolical— comin' through your speaker