Testo Duck Season - The Beatnuts feat. Al Tariq
Testo della canzone Duck Season (The Beatnuts feat. Al Tariq), tratta dall'album Subway Series Vol. 1
That's right
That's great
Intoxicated Demons
Hustler from the Queensboro, it's Big Psych
Babu
Off the hizzle, watch it sizzle like peroxide
Slap my cock between your eyes, now you cock-eyed
Cocksucker, you can't fuck with the nuts
Ask your girl, 'cause she's suckin' the nuts
Every time I swing, my punch connects
So stop frontin', show the Beatnuts respect
Why you hatin' on your next door neighbor?
That's why I had your ears in pain when you heard my flavor
It's Big Psych, DJ Babu with a brand new song
We blazin' chron', like Cheech and Chong
It's a freak-a-thon, squeezin' cheeks and thongs
Droppin' bombs of heavy bass, boom, now your speaker's gone
Oh no, you should've known
It's the original Psycho, any other one's a clone
Yo, that's fuckin' right, ya hear?
Big motherfuckin' Ju in the house, my man Psych in the house
Ju-Ju, ya heard? Intoxicated Demons, niggas
World famous, man, forget 'em
Here's what every MC oughta be
Exclusive, 'cause see, there ain't no ordinary part of me
Look in my eyes, it ain't hard to see
I pump fear in every goddamn coronary artery
Big guns, big drums, both bangin'
All-stars on the ave, big mink coats draggin'
Metal man, bloody and junk, it gon' happen
Jihad, Intoxicated, overlord rappin'
Come on, money, what you hearin'?
Whole hood'll be X-File when niggas just start disappearin'
Juju make it hard to breathe, I understand
Niggas couldn't have heart if it came in a can
Niggas act funny, I just love money
And my life is a reflection of that, aight, dummy?
Scary expensive, my wardrobe very extensive
Let's face it, Jerry's eccentric
Yeah, the fuck y'all thought, baby boys?
L.A. to New York
Yo, yo, check it, yo
Who want to rumble with the K-I?
No good to play, I, no hood to slay, I
Get flooded in my De La, it's deluge, biatch
(Wildin' out) Do chaos (Wildin' out)
And if you with it from the jump, do say, I
See me, my maw, find your spleen on the floor
Pump one, dump one, got your team on the floor
You never seen me before, mingled in with your mens
You don't know me like we all gon' see my face again
You see my face again, if you all about witnessin'
You the judge, DA, you tongue Glock kissin' and
One shot whistlin', lead ball glistenin'
Cracked your dome, you faced off like Nick and them, son
Out the cages, so outrageous
Big boy toys, baby, talkin' Glocks and gauges
And my hock's contagious, spit flus 'til I'm through
Please believe it, Reek and that dude Babu, woo
Ya heard, motherfuckers?
Motherfuckin' Beatnuts, nigga
DJ Bab'
Fuckin' Beatnuts
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Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones
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