| Lyrics: | Now, let me ask you this... off the record.
Is it true what they say about how they... smoke
a lot of, y'know...
Yeah, yeah
Everybody get up, Beatnuts
World's
Famous, no doubt!
Straight out the laboratory
Fuck, what?
What?
Your mother sucks cocks, and your father
[JuJu]
I beat too savagely, it
doesn't even matter to me
I hold this down like gravity, reality
is unloaded, the foul
mouthed brain exploded
The gun-totin, the Charles Manson pres votin
The bitch chokin,
the hydro cheeba smokin
Leave ya witcha nose broken, the ill spoken
Killer, fuck your
little girl like Magilla
The wild Gorilla, gun down Barney Miller
Ahhh!
Yo, fuck these niggaz yo, they violent, they violent
Yo, yo, what the fuck you doin yo? Punk?
Can't shoot a cop son!
*singing* You must be stone crazy (4X)
[Psycho Les]
Here's my ultimatum, niggaz don't have my shit laced
No question, little
did you know, you came here for confession
Cross-examination, my organization stack figures
And when you fuck up we chop heads, no fingers
Fuckin around, with those Beatnut
niggaz
Now you missin body dumped in different rivers
Full-fledged rapper with the
Stone Crazy singer
I'm comin at you with the ice pick yellin ?Bre vega?
Because I
perceive you a sneaky, analyzer
Touch the equalizer, get shot by the tranquilizer
Who
shot ya?
Who? The bilingual mandingo, roll trees
but prefer leaves, don't give a fuck
about drug beefs
Peep the headlines, stay high
Twenty-four/seven, lali out with the
red eyes
*singin* You must be stone crazy (repeat 4X)
Intoxicated,
intoxicated, intoxicated
Fuck you was thinkin nigga? Fuck you was on?
Round
and around and around and around
And around and around and around we go
Yo, Beatnuts,
World's Famous
Round and around and around and around
And around and around and around
we go
Yo, drinkin a glass of Prozac so get the Bozack |
