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(Intro)
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BOOM!
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Hah, yeah
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Turn my mic up a little bit
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Here we come now, uh, uh, uh
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Turn my mic up, yeah, hah
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Here we go
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You know when to bring them drums in, right?
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He got it....
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JuJu-
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Check it out, with that sauerkrautt
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Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about
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I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder
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Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter
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What's up cus, you forgot who I was
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Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz
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A crazy hispanic, no need to panic
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Drop words over beats, clear, no static
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Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips
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After a show, you say yo he really
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Ripped shit up, people all get up
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Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up
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But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',
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Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'
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(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)
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And, bring me back in
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So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring
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I go yeah, it's like that and uh
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I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh
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Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and
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What, you try to play me out like an accordion
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I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms
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And call the bitch a dirty custodian
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It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
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Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all
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Chorus-
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You know that
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening....
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Yo, I be THE MACK
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Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react
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When I close my eyes I don't see black
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I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack
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Mentally asleep
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Listen to this(Group shout)
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Fashion-
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I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister
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I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her
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Foul and rude, that's my style
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I hate to smile, I like to drink
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Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)
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Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid
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Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid
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Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter
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It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter
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Feel the vibe, check the flava
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You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya
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You lose your mind, then you lose your soul
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If it get's wild, then you lose control
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Yeah you can run, but you can't go far
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Everywhere you look, right there's where you are
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You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star
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You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car
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Chorus-
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You know that
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands
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clappening
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I swing up on the scene like ming
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Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing
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Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel
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Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow
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Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick
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Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit
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My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix
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Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix
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Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda
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Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha
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Sparked by desire, you know what I mean
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Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend
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Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick
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Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click
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Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash
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We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash
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Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-
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Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black
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So beat this chy'all
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Beat this y'all
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Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all
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You know that
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Rappening, keep your pockets flappening
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Rappening, keep your pockets flappening
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Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening.....
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Straight Jacket
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The Beatnuts |