The Beatnuts - U Suckers Ain’t lyrics
[The Beatnuts - U Suckers Ain’t lyrics]
Hey yo, my lyrics are terror kid
They roll like thunder
From the murderous mouth that I
Hold the mic under punks wonder
And try to figure out where I'm comin' from
Talkin' like they got mad game
But ain't runnin' none
A street soldier slingin' dope
Or pushin' spots hang with live niggas
Go to war over city blocks
The drug game is like ill
Ain't no way to stop it
Hustle til I get my fill but
Let me change the topic
Triple rhyme that's hard leaves
A nigga broke sexin' while I puff mad
Blunts havin' bitches choke
I be movin' like a killer in smooth
Rockin' Timberlands
Ski hats and goose coats
Droppin' flava over grooves that be bumpin'
Lightin' niggas up when we would
Try to say somethin'
So step to your business
Kid and stop frontin'
Don't sweat it
I bust a flow that tastes like gravy
You're crazy imaginin' you can phase me
Amaze me baby how your comeback was that
You get the oohs I refuse to get with that
I'm wicked and I get lifted like a picket
Sign, when I design a way to stick it
I'm, gonna do what I said I was
Gonna do, and rock your ass for hours
And one in the back
Took ya back, here's my shank
So just walk the plank
I gotta thank all my peeps from
The jump that were with me
Hump the world's famous
One time fuckin' hit me
Uh! Back in the place with the funk shit
Took a strong hit so you can function
Black! Act like you know who's winnin'
Kick a psychedelic flow and
Be ghosts like linen
Yo the shit I come up with it
It always fucking has it
Like a back spasm or crazy orgasm
Kicking on back, weed sacks I pull
Tote some fucking smoke now my lungs are full
Pffff… I let it out flow on to the next
Now my special effects when I
Flex gives me sex
X marks the spot, intox like a demon
She's schemin' tryin' to get a
Shot of my semen
Dreamin' about some soul or
That Beatnut funk
Now I'm muggin' off that dust
And I'm high-grade skunk
Punk your pop chump
Come on don't try to riff
'Cause ya fuck around
Spliff, yeah I roll 'em, down some Amaretto
Got the Tims and Girbauds
With the village-look leather
Whatever you do, don't forget the name
Let's cut that shit and tell
'em why we came
They roll like thunder
From the murderous mouth that I
Hold the mic under punks wonder
And try to figure out where I'm comin' from
Talkin' like they got mad game
But ain't runnin' none
A street soldier slingin' dope
Or pushin' spots hang with live niggas
Go to war over city blocks
The drug game is like ill
Ain't no way to stop it
Hustle til I get my fill but
Let me change the topic
Triple rhyme that's hard leaves
A nigga broke sexin' while I puff mad
Blunts havin' bitches choke
I be movin' like a killer in smooth
Rockin' Timberlands
Ski hats and goose coats
Droppin' flava over grooves that be bumpin'
Lightin' niggas up when we would
Try to say somethin'
So step to your business
Kid and stop frontin'
Don't sweat it
I bust a flow that tastes like gravy
You're crazy imaginin' you can phase me
Amaze me baby how your comeback was that
You get the oohs I refuse to get with that
I'm wicked and I get lifted like a picket
Sign, when I design a way to stick it
I'm, gonna do what I said I was
Gonna do, and rock your ass for hours
And one in the back
Took ya back, here's my shank
So just walk the plank
I gotta thank all my peeps from
The jump that were with me
Hump the world's famous
One time fuckin' hit me
Uh! Back in the place with the funk shit
Took a strong hit so you can function
Black! Act like you know who's winnin'
Kick a psychedelic flow and
Be ghosts like linen
Yo the shit I come up with it
It always fucking has it
Like a back spasm or crazy orgasm
Kicking on back, weed sacks I pull
Tote some fucking smoke now my lungs are full
Pffff… I let it out flow on to the next
Now my special effects when I
Flex gives me sex
X marks the spot, intox like a demon
She's schemin' tryin' to get a
Shot of my semen
Dreamin' about some soul or
That Beatnut funk
Now I'm muggin' off that dust
And I'm high-grade skunk
Punk your pop chump
Come on don't try to riff
'Cause ya fuck around
Spliff, yeah I roll 'em, down some Amaretto
Got the Tims and Girbauds
With the village-look leather
Whatever you do, don't forget the name
Let's cut that shit and tell
'em why we came