Greg Nice, The Beatnuts - Yo Yo Yo lyrics

Bang! This thing right here is for the clubs
I want y'all to get on up uh-Uh-Uh Aha!
Greg N-IC-E
Im in the house turn it out no doubt no doubt
Pyscho Les is in the house
Beatnuts is all up in the house Uh!
Big Ju is all up in the house a mega lover
Double Manny is all up in the house
We turn it out, we turn it out
We turn it out out out!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Aiy yo the heat from
The 'Nuts is traditional
You taking cheap shots in subliminal
Im dissin you straight up
Wrinkle your face up
Actin like you can't feel me yo
This is pay back
Smash your single and your video
Put the tek to your neck and
Force a story out of ya
Snuffed your producer and
Drop-kicked your choreographer
Honeys scream "Wha?!"
We they see me jumpin out
The money green truck
Into the club, so we can tear it up
Like the Three Six "Sippin on Some Sizzurp"
And mozarella sticks for dessert
I make beats like presto!
Platinum head like Destro
Bustin shots in your proyecto like!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Stay makin hot shit you can't fuck wit
Its the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit
Its the shake ya butt shit
Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha?
Say Wha? Say Wha? shit

I want 20 mill an episode like Seinfeld
She tryin act like her shit don't smell
Can't win for losin' niggas be jel'
Comin through wit my click on my coat tail
Pump a lil wieght so I'm not frail
Sittin' back poppin shit on my Nextel
Sun goin down now time to spark an L
Do it for the kids like Kenan and Kel
Big Psych pass ya man the Visine
Eyes blood shine from puffin that green
Stay amped up without the caffiene
Its just me, myself, and Irene
Brush your, brush your breath wit Dentyne
Rock my blue jeans like Bruce Springsteen
Bitches on my dick, it's just a small thing
Oh! The heat is on baby baby!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Junkyard! "Bodyguard?"
Never god, party hard
Niggas wanna see me in the club
Got the rowdy squad
Corona niggas don't play, at least my niggas
Gun totin' maniacs wit the rotten liverz
Holdin it down, blowin it down
Thatz my word everywhere we go
Know itz your crown
Put the boogie in your ass for free
Your gurl's stickin out her ass at me
Im big Ju thats how it has to be!

Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!

Uh! Who turned the heat up?
Oh!So hot in here! Oh! I need to know!
Who turned the heat up? Oh! So hot in here!
Oh! Oh! Big Psych y'all, is on fire!
Juju now, is on fire! Pito now is on fire!
Loud records is on fire!
True blue now, is on fire! I can't take it
Somebody is on fire! Now work it out now!
Work it out now! Work it out now!

Stay makin hot shit you can't fuck wit
Its the Greg Nice shit wit the Beatnuts shit
You can't front shit
Its the shake ya butt shit
Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha? Say Wha?

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