Tytuł: Give me the

• Wykonawca: The Beatnuts
• Wyświetleń: 280

Intro:
   Ha, say who's scientific, 3 C-F Mafia (that's my crew)
  
   JuJu:
   Yo, on the real homey, let me let you know about me
   Cause ain't too many people who can talk about me
   See frontin' ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk
   Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work
   They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it
   Shit, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it
   Who wanna knock it?
   Get blown out the socket (Hey, who's gettin' money?)
   Remains the topic
   Stay true, somethings in it for you
   I know you wanna get down, Martinies and Malibu
   That's a dream, pay attention to the sceme
   Follow the rules and we could all get cream
  
   Hook:
   Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)
   Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash)
   If you think I'm moving to fash (if you think I'm moving to fash)
   We can lace this blunt with hash
  
   Pyscho Les:
   Where you from?
   Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh
   Beatnuts new joint (what?)
   Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove
   Gotta make this move in 9-7
   Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no
   younger
   No doubt, mix the Guinstout, with the Colt 40
   Toastin' the majority, stay bent
   With tobacco spilt on the pavement
   Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut
   No killer shit (shhhhh)
   That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with
  
   Hook
  
   JuJu:
   Yo shortie rock we can wine and dine
   But in time let me remind, eventually I plan to be
   Somewhere behind you, mind you
   Never the less here to refine you
   Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you
   No game shortie, don't laugh
   It's all math, material things just don't last
   So light this L and parlay with me
   Cause tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me
  
   Pyscho Les:
   Son this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees
   Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze
   Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat
   Surrounded by strink G's
   As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track doin friendly
   Kick it to this chick in spicey like Wendys
   Tried to touch her tada, honey said "Ah-ah"
   Turned down the Chewbacca, but I was like...
  
   Hook (X2)
  
   Outro:
   Give me the ass baby, give me the ass baby, can't live without the ass baby
   Give me the ass baby, give me the ass, oh give me the ass, baby give me the
   ass
   Oh give me the ass
  
   Give it to him