The Beatnuts - Superbad lyrics

Where we at where we at?

Holy shit! Jack got the house jam packed
World famous Beatnuts makin'
Moves that's alike
Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump
You stare too long and your
Ass will get jumped
Chump smack you with my elbow
Watch the el flow takin' crews
Down to hell hole
Mak the dead become active, 40 ounce
So I could pronounce every as it is
Right pass the light so I can spark it
But you wanna puff? Bring
On the chocolate bag
Your tail wag where the lighto
I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item
Shame on you fuckin' boo
But I don't sweat it I deep my cool
Pump yous a straight maraclia
"With the diabolical sounds coming
Through your speaker"

Ha yeah that shit sound right word
Up yo Fash run that shit!

My name is Fashion you want to cut
It short take the cool ass blast
And to the back and make it cool
Ass Fash cause I be blastin'
Wettin' niggas up and shit
That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it
Fuckin' it i dive in sluts on the reg
Got one for your head punk even
If your lead cause I'm cool
And you can be cool if you tried
Just hate it when them
Dumb motherfuckers act fly
Well I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma
But shit started gettin' thick so I
Had to cock the hammer
Like Boow! There you go on the floor
Now you can't fuck around with
These nuts no more
See niggas fakin' just hangin'
With the funk but in old eyed junk can
Always swant with the funk check it
Trunks get popped in the nick of time
SO you suckers back off cause
You can't fuck with mine

"Yo we the Nuts that make you sream nuts"
"With the diabolical sound comin'
Through your speaker"
"When you need the funk in
Your trunk bump the Nuts"
"With the diabolical sound comin'
Through your speaker"

Yo I"m comin' out my face like a mad scar
I'm all about the money the bitches and
Drive around in a bad car
Cause I ain't takin' no shorts
I play for keeps
I stay strapped cause I ain't got
No time to roll deep
Rugged and raw kid my heart pumps acid
Through my veins watch your
Brains get blasted, what?
I came to freak the funk on the real tip
The junkyard niggas like still
I don't feel shit
And all the hoes out here just be frontin'
So I proceed to hold my own and maintain
And get mines those that try
To front can catch pain you know my style so
Prepare for the slaughter
Your shit is underground my
Shit is underwater cause I was crazy yo even
Before I started rappin'
And I'm a pull your card if
You think it can't happen