Superbad lyrics

Artist  : The 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