Testo Straight Jacket - The Beatnuts
Testo della canzone Straight Jacket (The Beatnuts), tratta dall'album Street Level
Boom
Turn my mic up a little bit
Turn my mic up
You know when to bring them drums, right?
Check it out, South Park route
Get a flavor that's nasty, that's what I'm about
I say I'm top like a cherry, yo, it gets no harder
Straight from the cemetery with bass like Ron Carter
What's up, cuz? You forgot who I was?
Slept on the Beatnuts, now you're shocked from the buzz
A crazy Hispanic, no need to panic
Drop words over beats, clear, no static
Backflips, pulling honeys with the hips
After a show, you say, "Yo, he really rips"
Shit up, people all get up
Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in her butt
Nah, I'm joking, buddha smoking, never chicken choking
Just donk sculking (He dropped)
And bring me back in so I can do my thing
With a Beatnuts swing, I go, "Yeah"
It's like that and I, I fucked Diana
Plus fat Anna, then lit up a blunt
Cracked a forty and, what?
You try to play me out like an accordion?
I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms
And call the bitch a dirty custodian
It's like that, y'all, it's like that, y'all
Beatnuts coming out fat, y'all
You know that rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and
Yo, I be the mack
Strapped to a chair so I can't react
When I close my eyes, I don't see black
I'm off to a desert where I'm free, jack
Mentally insane
Listen to this
I freak it hard with her moms, ask your sister
I hit her from the back, then I dissed her
Foul and rude, that's my style, I hate to smile
I like to drink, bust shots and act wild
Now's my time, I'm getting paid
Driving around in nice cars, getting laid
Having mad fun 'cause you know it don't last
It may sound bugged, but I like to live fast
Feel the vibe, check the flavor
You're caught in a trance, now nothing can save ya
You lose your mind, then you lose your soul
If it gets wild, then you lose control
Yeah, you can run, but you can't go far
Everywhere you look, right there's where you are
You hope and dream to be a big rap star
You dream and drive, you're gonna crash your car
You know that rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Rappening is what's happenin'
Keep the posse stackin' and hands clap to this
Break it down
I swing up on a scene like Ming
Smoke out and hitting skins just my type of thing
Drain out your brains with the fucking double barrel
Cool making moves when I dips like a sparrow
Electrify chicks with my hi-volt dick
Still be rolling thick on that B-Tec shit
My moves, they do the switch flip Jimi Hendrix
Bassline's they got you hooked, now you want the fix
Check it, lick them in Bombay, lay them in Bermuda
Fuck it, thought you knew the time to flame the buddha
Spark my desire, you know what I mean
Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend
For the chocolate, toxic, get off the dick
Making crazy moves with this Beatnuts clique
Junkyard Psycho and Cool Ass Flash
We combine and intertwine for the hits and cash
Shucks, I got the nuts, finger punks like a maniac
I got the knack, wet a track like it's rainy, black
So peep it, y'all, let's peep this, y'all
Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all
Rappening
Keep the posse stackin' and
Rappening
Keep the posse stackin' and
Hands clap to this
Keep the posse stackin' and
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Writer(s): Steve Nieve
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