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[Willie Stubz]
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Can I hit that?
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It's Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz
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What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up
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Uh huh, let's blaze it
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Yo check it out yo
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I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower
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Twist L's, Hennesey sour, pass on the powder
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Make an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengence
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Fight for independence, like my descendants
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Write a whole chapter, compressed in one sentence
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I blast in an instance, America's most makin a toast
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Fine women playin us close
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Underground to the street level
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Money and jewels we embezzle
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Never play the fool for the devil
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The temptation is there to hug you like a grizzly bear
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Fuckin wit the wild life, beware
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Willie Stubz the underboss and I move wit force
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When po-po take a loss I have no remorse
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You know the deal, only blazin shit that could feel
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Beatnuts be movin the crowd like blue steel
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Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal
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"Cha cha cha, forward back
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Cha cha cha cha, back forward"
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[Swinger]
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Yo I pop up like sicles
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When you ain't on point like hard nipples
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I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle
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Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek
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I'm so nice that I'm not, call me nasty
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I bite my toenails and spit em at wack niggas
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I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin rap figgas
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Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I unwind, puffin on vines, baby and nines
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Till the spotlight is mine, pullin up in the Lex truck
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Wit four chrome rims, ha for the best buck
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Three TV's and twelve-changer cd's
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Bumpin everything from Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's
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Ain't nuttin funny like Missy wit her hee-hee's
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MC's get popped but not wit no bibi's
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Swing calhoun and styles like Sassoon
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Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles
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"Cha cha cha, forward back
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Cha cha cha cha, ?put it on me?"
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[Psycho Les]
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You don't know the half so
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Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows
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Outta assholes, I'm on a roll
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So butter me, bitches wanna mother me
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Take they bras off and smother me
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Irkin me, for an appointment
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Cuz they love jerkin me off the ointment
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It's Pyscho, the new pimp, the new pimp
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Dead all the bullshit, get wit this new hit
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As I hit the bong so, stay Puff like Sean Combs
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Bang heads like bongos, you get the *gong sound* like The Gong Show
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Catch you comin out the tree spot
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Cripple you wit a knee drop
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Now you struttin real cute like a peacock
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Personal injuries when faces run into these
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Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats
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Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy
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Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon
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"Cha cha cha, forward back
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Cha cha cha cha, back forward"
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[Ju Ju]
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Yo I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a banger
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Flip and pull your lungs out wit a hanger
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I'm not a trouble-making nigga, but I handle my beef
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You on some Eric B. shit like "What happened to peace?"
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Got no problem wit smashin teeth, fuckin your wife
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Robbin you nigga, kidnappin your niece
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Bless your cheek wit a permanent crease
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I'm a problem you don't need
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Y'all probably go run for police
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Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world
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Hang wit all the thugs in the world
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Won't be the first hole that I dug in the world
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Taste dick when you kissin your girl?
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Well you should cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga
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"Cha cha cha, forward back
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Cha cha cha cha, back forward
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Cha cha cha, forward back
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Cha cha cha cha, back foward"
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*Swinger talking shit to the end*
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Muchachacha
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The Beatnuts |