| Heard ye yo, on the motherfuckin' mix
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| Aight…
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| Yo !
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| Beatnuts…
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| I’m like Conan dusted in a Cadillac raw hand
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| Makin’an assault with detail program
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| Aggravated the party a little
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| Leave the whole place full of riddle
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| Hardcore to the middle
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| Big Jus, Psycho Les & Skribble
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| A nigga really stars fallout
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| And leave the rap game cripple
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| Beatnuts forever, die hard, you know the model
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| Shut the hell up then and buy another bottle
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| Get the party started correct-
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| Ly the whole place breaking their neck
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| It’s the beatnuts, what you expect?
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| Like tu-tu-du and all that shit
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| Summer splash it’s beatnuts with a smash hit
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| Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| (after the) Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| Beatnuts, a.k.a. the Trackmasters
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| Sit at the table like fat mobsters
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| We bang our ??? |
| that make you jump like grasshoppers
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| We blast cupboards (blaw !)
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| Tryin' to shut down the grass rosters
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| We stack posters like bank robbers
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| It’s the real 3, Ju Les and Willy
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| Straight from the Q, U, Double E
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| N, S
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| Once again it’s
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| The man it’s
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| The society you all keep eyin’me
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| Buyin’me drinks
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| Like she wants me to do her grand opening
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| I’m hoping she’s a pit fighter
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| Imaginin' Big Cyke inside her
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| Bangin’it out like a rhinoceros
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| Yo who got the trees I wanna light up for us
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| Who want test Les get left in a mess
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| Take this to the head, fuck the vest
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| Tryin’a duck less, screaming for your grandmother
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| Hook the phone like «I know what you did last summer»
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| Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| (after the) Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| I tear it up when I head it up
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| Like hurricane stuff
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| Keep it smooth like pearl jam bugs
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| Make you fiend like drugs
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| Scheme like thugs with tight mobs
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| We pitfight all bitches that call us scrubs
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| Triple one’s on my back
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| ??? |
| guns on my chest
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| Beatnuts stay hot to death
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| Fool for the chef
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| Who do the best? |
| Call me your highness
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| Cause when you find this I’m probably blinder than the smoke
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| Chillin’in miami drinkin heinys on the ???
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| Yo the streets are wild, I never let’em see me smile
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| Love this hip hop shit since I was a child, juvenile
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| Tryin’a make money by the p???
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| Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| (after the) Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| (after the) Paaaaarty !
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| We’re gonna have a oooorgy !
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| Check it, check it, check what I say
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| I’m so great, I’m so great
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| Check it, check it, check what I say
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| I’m so great, I’m so great
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| Don’t let’em see you smile… |