The Beatnuts, Al’ Tariq - It’s Da Nuts lyrics

It's the Beatnuts

A world premier

What you thought
I couldn't afford another drink
So I went up to the bar, stole a bottle
Watch me slide through the crowd in place
To chill backstage, anybody acts strange
Smack them with the black gauge
I flow smooth to this
While you don't even know how
To move to this but it's the Beatnuts
We don't have to prove shit
Anything we drop is the shit
Certified blazing
Hittin' honeys like Marie Jason
Bless and seven days at the Holiday's Inn
After each show, the telly is like a peepshow
Doggie steelo, is how we hit each Ho
If I don't get you now
I'mma gonna get you next tour
Shortie looking like she wants to explore
Shortie looking like she wants
To have sex raw
Shortie looking like enough of that
Enough of that

Dull as they seem none of that
You don't got a ride home
Call your mother back, it's like that
Follow the rules and later you
Can swallow the jewels
Bragging to your girlfriends
How you sucked it and I
Fucked it in the mini-chopper
Cause she just wanna have
Fun like Cyndi Lauper

It's the niggas that you play is hate to see
You know they run up in your girl from 1-2-3
It's the nuts

In the crib, in the club, and the SUV
It's the Shhh you wanna hear
Every place you be it's the nuts

How much you wanna bet? I get
As close as I wanna get
Anybody gets tough, see if I'm a threat
Catch me in the club sittin in the shadows
Bottle of JD
Surrounded by some bad ho's treat
Them bitches like bodyarmour
If there is beef in the club I
Shoot right through your body mama
Why everybody hates so much?
It's real out here
But I can only take so much
I'm everything you love to hate
You mad you the only one that fake

Ha yo, what it is, what it is
Can I touch this up
A smidgen yo like my addicts
Can I drug this up
Drift flow to be sporadic
Strictly bombs and such
How much for these fanatics want
The dome to the gut, gone to clutch
Watch how these chickens jump a double
Like dutch and then what
How these niggas walk and
Duck in their trucks
Yo, I'm gonna keep you cats on your toes
Ah yo fuck the gun play
Just some niggas and ho's for
Some party and shit
La-di da-di shit, my niggas lift the clip
My ladies lip the dick and that's it
Now the party goes cardiovascio
Cermonial masteral to keep that factual
Keep that a hundred nuts
Bust them with whatever yo, show off the hook
You crooks just stand shook
Blow you niggas to bit's
If you witnessed the fit's
Strictly kick the hit's
On and on the shit, like what