Текст песни
Beatnuts
Live on the air
I put my hand on my Bible and promise to say the truth
When I enter the studio and blaze the booth
And make a joint that raise the roof and leave the place ruthless
Intoxicated demons, demonic like the group Kiss
I gets wicked with no makeup, I'ma wake up
The industry, so prepare for the three
Like the musketeers, we pay dues, blood and tears
Waste the years racing and drinking beers
Now fuck that, better believe I'ma come back
And make my new shit heard like a gun clap
What I think you should do is just run back
To the lab, flip your music and your drum track
Beatnuts off the hook like a telephone
Competition shook and soft like a silicone
When we come through, hit y'all with the one-two
Three-four, blow it up like a C-4
Lying out the floor ain't nothing
Got the VIP on lock, we thuggin'
Shorty bounce them things, wearing nothing
Looking like she wanna get into something
Lying out the floor ain't nothing
Got the VIP on lock, we thuggin'
Shorty bounce them things, wearing nothing
Looking like she wanna get into something
I'm Tinky man looking like Ho Chi Minh
With a shorty trying to get out the clothes she in
The position I'm mostly in is ahead of the game
And they don't even come close even
Yo, you do it with such pizzazz
We do it over real beats with lyrics that'll bust your ass
Ju always had a nose for cash
Always threw a punch like a maniac, I'm down to crash
With the pressure, sound way beyond measure
Niggas don't just flip beats, we flip treasures
Classical shit, gotta have it in the party
The battery pack to start moving everybody
When you hear it, you know who it be
Then you hear it in the cars and everywhere you go in the street
Try and bless you with just the heat
That's a word from the Beatnuts, baby, that's yours to keep
Lying out the floor ain't nothing