The Beatnuts, ​dj honda - Who the Trifest? lyrics

Uh, ha ha yeah you know what time it is
Do you know what time it is? Uh yeah
Blaze it

Once again back it's thee incredible
Imperial your material is edible
So I'm a dead it the good life I'm a get it
Hip hop I'm a wet it criticly politicly
You can never shit on me
Sun bunny how could it be
I let you live listening to the good in me
You got to pay more I'm
Through livin' crazy poor
When I've been doing this here since 84
Crazy raw rushing ghetto marawanero
Burn more green then flushing
Marrow sipping Armaretto
Like Camp Lo my voice thunder
And make your amp blow
Look in the back and see the black smoke
I be the clever roni son you forever phoney
Bow down to the dutch master of the ceremony
Motherfuckers

My clique be the trifest
Packin' heavy metal devieces and
Whatever the price is
Good pay freeze your income
One minute on top now we on
Top that's the way life is

No such thing as too much class to much cash
This little nigga get's too much ass
I wouldn't say that I'm mad rich
But I stay grillin' a bad bitch
I guess it all come with the package
The beat flipper big tipper I drink my liquor
Straight cause I'm feelin' much quicker
I rhyme sicker you fuckin' nervous
Ten years of community service
For that wack flow
Actin' like you stack doe
Play the back DJ Honda's on the track yo
Beatnuts forever die hard let the mack go
Da da da da da niggas show me the stash
Now you know that we Out For The Cash

That's the way life is uh yeah Beatnuts
No doubt 9-7 9-8
You know who be blazin' that ganja
Yo what my DJ name? DJ HONDA!