Tribe Nuts Lyrics

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(Little kid)

It's the Beatnuts



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Hey world, come here (2x)



What you thought, I couldn't afford another drink

So I went up the bar, solo, bottle

Watch me slide, through the crowd in place

To chill backstage, anybody acts strange

smack them with the black gauce



I flow smooth to this, while you don't even know how to move to this

but it is the Beatnuts, we don't have to proof shit

Anything we drop is the shit, certified blazing

it ain't honeys like Marie Jason, 

bless and seven days like a hollow Daisin



After each show, the telle is like a peepshow

Doggie steelo, is how we hit each Ho

If I don't get you now, I'ma gonna get you next tour

Shortie looking like she wants to explore

Shortie looking like she wants to have sex raw

Shortie looking like enough of that, enough of that



Dull as they seem none of that, you don't got a ride home

Call your mother back, it's like that

Follow the rules and later you can swallow the jeweles

Bragging to your girlfriends

How you sucked it and I fucked it in the mini-chopper

Cause she just wanna have fun like Cyndi Laupher



Chorus:

It's the niggers that you play is hate to see

You know they run up in your girl from 1-2-3

It's the nuts (2x)



In the crib, in the club, and the SUV

It's the Shhh you wanna hear every place you be

It's the nuts (2x)



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How much you wanna bet? I get as close as i wanna get

Everybody gets tough, see if I bled

Catch me in the club sittin in the shadows, bottle of J.D. 

Surrounded by some bad ho's treat them bitches like bodyarmour, 

If there is beef in the club I shoot right through your body mama

Why everybody hates so much? It's real out here but I can only take so much

I'm everything you love to hate

You man, you only want that fake (2x)



Chorus



Ah, Yo, what it is, what it is, can I touch this up a syndrom

Yo like my addicts can i drug this up

Drift flow to be sporadic, strictly bombs and such

How much for these fanatics want the dome and the gut, gone to clutch 

Watch how these chickers jump and double like ducks and then what 

How these niggers walk and duck in their trucks (What's the drive?)

Yo, I'm gonna keep you guessing your toes, ah yo fuck the gun play

Just some niggers and ho's for some party and shit

La-di-da-di shit, a niggers live to clip, 

A lady lives to dick and that shit

Now the party goes cardio vascio, cermonial masteral

To keep that factual, keep that a hundred nuts

Bust them with whatever yo, show off the hook

You crooks just stand shook, blow you niggers to bits

If you witnessed the fits, strictly kick the hits

On and on the shit, like what



Chorus