Superbad lyrics

Artist  : Beatnuts 
Song : Superbad
 
												
														   Intro:

 Where we at where we at? (superbad)

 

 Psycho Les:

 Hold shit Jack got the house jam packed

 World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's
alike

 Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump 

 You stare too long and your ass will get
jumped

 Chump smack you with my elbow

 Watch the el flow takin' crews down to hell
hole

 Mak the dead become active, 40 ounce

 so I could pronounce every as it is

 Right pass the light so I can spark it

 But you wanna puff? Bring on the chocolate
bag

 Your tail wag where the lighto

 I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item
(superbad)

 Shame on you fuckin' boo, but I don't sweat it I
deep my cool

 Pump yous a straight maraclia 

 "With the diabolical sounds coming through your
speaker"

 

 Talking:

 Ha yeah that shit sound right word up yo Fash
run that shit!

 

 Fashion aka Al Tariq:

 My name is Fashion you want to cut it short take
the cool ass blast

 And to the back and make it cool ass Fash cause
I be blastin'

 Wettin' niggas up and shit

 That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it,
fuckin' it

 I dive in sluts on the reg

 Got one for your head punk even if your lead
cause I'm cool

 And you can be cool if you tried 

 Just hate it when them dumb motherfuckers act
fly

 Well I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma

 But shit started gettin' thick so I had to cock
the hammer

 Like Boow! There you go on the floor

 Now you can't fuck around with these nuts no
more

 See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk

 But in old eyed junk can always swant with the
funk

 Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of
time

 SO you suckers back off cause you can't fuck
with mine

 

 Hook:

 "Yo we the Nuts that make you sream nuts"

 "With the diabolical sound comin' through your
speaker"

 "When you need the funk in your trunk bump the
Nuts"

 "With the diabolical sound comin' through your
speaker"

 

 JuJu:

 Yo I"m comin' out my face like a mad scar

 I'm all about the money the bitches and drive
around in a bad car

 Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for
keeps

 I stay strapped cause I ain't got no time to
roll deep

 Roughed and raw kid my heart pumps acid

 Through my veins watch your brains get blasted,
What?

 I came to freak the funk on the real tip

 The junkyard niggas like still I don't feel
shit

 And all the hoes out here just be frontin'

 So I proceed to hold my own and maintain

 And get mines those that try to front can catch
pain

 You know my style so prepare for the
slaughter

 Your shit is underground my shit is
underwater

 Cause I was crazy yo even before I started
rappin'

 And I'm a pull your card if you think it can't
happen