Текст песни
Ya ya, ya fatman Scoop, Beatnuts
Yo, yo, yo yo
Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
Beatnuts, Beanuts, Beatnuts
Let's rock and roll
Put some real hip hop in your soul
Over this track there's no stoppin the flow
Let's blast off in a ridiculous way
Face off, like Nicolas Cage
Slam pit, you get crushed
You should know better and now you stuck
Like you don't know where to (go go)
Make you a believer
Chop you in the neck with
A mothafuckin meat cleaver
It's cool, you can fool the kids
But you can't fool niggas that live
The lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle
The lifestyle
Everybody let's get doe vIP in the disco
What you drinkin on cris mo
Light it up and get twisto
Yo, don't think about work
Don't think about shit
Don't drink just two shots, drink about six
It's a party baby get that right
Lotta ladies in the house tonight
I'm fuckin drunk and the music is tight
It's the nuts and we at it again
Fuck this shit
Either you or your friends better believe it
Cuz the fun never ends
You know a live nigga never pretends
Never cry about the money he spends
Vacation mami, let that go, whatever
Happens here stay here, ain't that so?
You sexy, better let that show
Come over here and light that droe
About love, we can make that slow
You gotta bottle of Cris, throw it up
Throw it up
You got a bottle of Mo, throw it up
Throw it up
Ain't nothin but crooks in here
Everyone's high in here
Beatnuts is pioneers
Masters of the ceremony, takin it there
Look at me, I'm a monster y'all created
You met me once, now we related
You goin' round town sayin