Charles Hamilton - Beetlejuice lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Beetlejuice lyrics]
It's only appropriate if I say: A-HAH!
Think it's time that I lost my
Mind and spit that gangsta shit
I feel fine I got piece of mind
And I'm chillin' with my gangsta bitch
I'm a grown man I ain't gotta hold hands
You a baby that can make a fist
And plenty bad hoes wanna gimme dat though
You got lotion in a handkerchief
Gotta a kitty cat soft but
She really mad though
Cuz I won't let her taste the di
And her man is a lame can't stand a
Nigga name so I treat him like jadakiss
Kiss my ass goodbye i'm leavin'
I am not grievein'
Mind if I stop the nonsense I'm seizin'
Two! On the flavor of love
Bringin' New York back
But the game is delicious tell
Her to fall back
Say my name and I'll appear
(niggas call me beetlejuice) this ain't rap
This is beat abuse from the
One and only beetlejuice
So many different women wanna sit on my linen
(but they can't get the beetlejuice)
That's why they call me beetlejuice
So muthafucka call me beetlejuice
Now there are alot of rappers
That I really don't like
They prayin' to a ghost cause'
They really don't write
They tryn'a get high but
They philly won't light
So I spit the crack to make lilies go white
Lilies on ya casket bastard protect the pot
The only way that you'll be next to Pac
(stretch your wig)
Only way that you'll be next to Big
(get the gun)
Only way that you'll be next to Pun
(test my aim) you might be next to Game
Still alive but niggas tryn'a
Forget your name even the beat said wow
You better bow, ya little meathead now
Did you catch the subliminal?
Charlie Sandiego no catching the criminal
Niggas know sickest flow
I got that you could see my crack words
Call it eye contact
Think it's time that I lost my
Mind and spit that gangsta shit
I feel fine I got piece of mind
And I'm chillin' with my gangsta bitch
I'm a grown man I ain't gotta hold hands
You a baby that can make a fist
And plenty bad hoes wanna gimme dat though
You got lotion in a handkerchief
Gotta a kitty cat soft but
She really mad though
Cuz I won't let her taste the di
And her man is a lame can't stand a
Nigga name so I treat him like jadakiss
Kiss my ass goodbye i'm leavin'
I am not grievein'
Mind if I stop the nonsense I'm seizin'
Two! On the flavor of love
Bringin' New York back
But the game is delicious tell
Her to fall back
Say my name and I'll appear
(niggas call me beetlejuice) this ain't rap
This is beat abuse from the
One and only beetlejuice
So many different women wanna sit on my linen
(but they can't get the beetlejuice)
That's why they call me beetlejuice
So muthafucka call me beetlejuice
Now there are alot of rappers
That I really don't like
They prayin' to a ghost cause'
They really don't write
They tryn'a get high but
They philly won't light
So I spit the crack to make lilies go white
Lilies on ya casket bastard protect the pot
The only way that you'll be next to Pac
(stretch your wig)
Only way that you'll be next to Big
(get the gun)
Only way that you'll be next to Pun
(test my aim) you might be next to Game
Still alive but niggas tryn'a
Forget your name even the beat said wow
You better bow, ya little meathead now
Did you catch the subliminal?
Charlie Sandiego no catching the criminal
Niggas know sickest flow
I got that you could see my crack words
Call it eye contact