Lyrics:

(Little kid)
It's the Beatnuts

A world premier (2x)

[Verse 1 - Psycho Les]
What you thought, I couldn't afford another drink
So I went up to the bar, stole a bottle
Watch me slide through the crowd in place
To chill backstage, anybody acts strange
Smack them with the black gauge
I flow smooth to this, while you don't even know how to move to this
But it's the Beatnuts, we don't have to prove shit
Anything we drop is the shit, certified blazing
Hittin' honeys like Marie Jason
Bless and seven days at the Holiday's Inn
After each show, the telly is like a peepshow
Doggie steelo, is how we hit each Ho
If I don't get you now, I'mma 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 jewels
Bragging to your girlfriends
How you sucked it and I fucked it in the mini-chopper
Cause she just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper

Chorus:
It's the niggas 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)

[Verse 2 - JuJu]
How much you wanna bet? I get as close as I wanna get
Anybody gets tough, see if I'm a threat
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 mad you the only one that fake (2x)

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Al' Tariq]
Ha
Yo, what it is, what it is, can I touch this up
A smidgen 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 to the gut, gone to clutch
Watch how these chickens jump a double like dutch and then what
How these niggas walk and duck in their trucks (What's the drive?)
Yo, I'm gonna keep you cats on your toes, ah yo fuck the gun play
Just some niggas and ho's for some party and shit
La-di-da-di shit, my niggas lift the clip
My ladies lip the dick and that's it
Now the party goes cardiovascio, 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 niggas to bits
If you witnessed the fits, strictly kick the hits
On and on the shit, like what

Chorus