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(Female voice sings throughout song)
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I love it (Ha, I know ya do)
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I love it (I know ya do)
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I love it
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(Psycho Les)
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You need to save all your bullshit threats and drama
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For the news guy
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Niggas need to act their age
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And not their shoe size
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(JuJu)
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Spittin' it raw
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Spittin' til you slip on the floor
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I make you girl not want you no more
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You want war?
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(Psycho Les)
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Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before
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I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face
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(JuJu)
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Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs
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Got the crib with the African rugs
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(Psycho Les)
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Baggin' hoes by the carload
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They call me Mr. Charmo
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Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o
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(JuJu)
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Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch
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You ticklish, I push niggas up like licorice
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(Psycho Les)
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You wanna be a big baller, but you travelin'
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Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin'
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(JuJu)
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Yo, when the first body touches the ground
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Alot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound
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Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes
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Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot
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I love it
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(Psycho Les)
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What you love, losin' with a push and a shove
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Who you think lent OJ the glove?
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I love it
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(JuJu)
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When we bang hardcore
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Make you slam on the hard floor
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And do a backspin on the cardboard
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I love it
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(Psycho Les)
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Show me your love
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Jump from 20 stories above so I can write my name in your blood
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I love it
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(JuJu)
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Why? Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims
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Bone skins with silicone tits
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I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do)(Repeat 4x)
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(Psycho Les)
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You gettin' fidgety
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Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me
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I scream on bitches like you
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You ain't shit to me
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I'll punch you while you talk on the phone
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Walkin' alone
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Park, even wait for you in front of your home
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You should stop it
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You can't even rhyme
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Seen you front like a million times
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Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine
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Can't live without crossing the line
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Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign
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(JuJu)
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Huh, it's the beat programmer
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Flip a beat
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I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma
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(Psycho Les)
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I'm in it 400%
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Anybody gettin' it bent
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Get hit with a block of cement
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(JuJu)
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Yo I stay high like a stewardess
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Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous
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I just boned your bitch
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Now she makin' me tuna fish
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(Psycho Les)
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I whistle you a rhyme offbeat
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Try to listen everytime I speak
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Bite my meat
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(JuJu)
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Oh, that was you?
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Pickin' up the gold lobster
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I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca
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(Psycho Les)
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Yo I spit it with the deli in ten
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I don't really care who it offend
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None of you niggas is payin' my rent
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(JuJu)
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Yo I hope you talk and lots of green
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If not, why you stoppin' me?
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Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine
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(Psycho Les)
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Yo take the money and run
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Ju stay on some cowboy shit
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Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun
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I love it (I know ya do, I know ya do) (Repeat 4x)
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I Love It
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The Beatnuts |