The Beatnuts - Let Off a Couple lyrics
[The Beatnuts - Let Off a Couple lyrics]
Check it, I can make you dance
Make you lay way back
Fat styles become a stack when
I rip up tracks
Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
The cool is so damn chill
Freeze MC's at will
Still be comin' back for motion
Can't be stale
Breakin' sucker niggas off like
A press-on nail
I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning
Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
Swept you home like a broom
Then I roll that witch
Switch over to the right hand
Or back to the left
See, whichever one I use, yo
It still spells def
D-E-F, and I do work with these
Lift a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
Jerk me please
Help me let off some of this cream
Comin' down on you in drops just
Like pieces of a dream
Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in
The third degree
Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
Cause no matter who you are
You still catch a bullet scar
Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
One for the beef, two for the trouble
Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
World's famousman, forget it
Still livin' foul, yo
Ain't nothing changed
So I'm a hit you with
A rhyme-shot at point-blank range
But still hardcore and everything
That goes with it
Gettin money plus I'm bagging all
The ho's and shit to the critics
Tryin to sweat the life I live
I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
So don't stress me
Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that trash
Come test me and I'mma have
To bust yo, bust yo, bust yo
Make you lay way back
Fat styles become a stack when
I rip up tracks
Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
The cool is so damn chill
Freeze MC's at will
Still be comin' back for motion
Can't be stale
Breakin' sucker niggas off like
A press-on nail
I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning
Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
Swept you home like a broom
Then I roll that witch
Switch over to the right hand
Or back to the left
See, whichever one I use, yo
It still spells def
D-E-F, and I do work with these
Lift a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
Jerk me please
Help me let off some of this cream
Comin' down on you in drops just
Like pieces of a dream
Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in
The third degree
Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
Cause no matter who you are
You still catch a bullet scar
Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
One for the beef, two for the trouble
Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
World's famousman, forget it
Still livin' foul, yo
Ain't nothing changed
So I'm a hit you with
A rhyme-shot at point-blank range
But still hardcore and everything
That goes with it
Gettin money plus I'm bagging all
The ho's and shit to the critics
Tryin to sweat the life I live
I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
So don't stress me
Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that trash
Come test me and I'mma have
To bust yo, bust yo, bust yo