Beatnuts - Muchachacha Lyrics
[willie stubz]Can I hit that?Its willie stubz and beatnuts, beatnuts and willie stubzWhat up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what upUh huh, lets blaze itYo check it out yoI hit the world unexpected like a meteor showerTwist ls, hennesey sour, pass on the powderMake an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengenceFight for independence, like my descendantsWrite a whole chapter, compressed in one sentenceI blast in an instance, americas most makin a toastFine women playin us closeUnderground to the street levelMoney and jewels we embezzleNever play the fool for the devilThe temptation is there to hug you like a grizzly bear*****in wit the wild life, bewareWillie stubz the underboss and I move wit forceWhen po-po take a loss I have no remorseYou know the deal, only blazin shit that could feelBeatnuts be movin the crowd like blue steelCho-cha-cha, thats the three course mealCha cha cha, forward backCha cha cha cha, back forward[swinger]Yo I pop up like siclesWhen you aint on point like hard nipplesI flow, yall clowns merely trickleLike hot sweat down a fat ***** ass cheekIm so nice that Im not, call me nastyI bite my toenails and spit em at wack niggasI used to sell crack, now Im gettin rap figgasToo hype to be unsigned, so I unwind, puffin on vines, baby and ninesTill the spotlight is mine, pullin up in the lex truckWit four chrome rims, ha for the best buckThree tvs and twelve-changer cdsBumpin everything from beatnuts to the bee geesAint nuttin funny like missy wit her hee-heesMcs get popped but not wit no bibisSwing calhoun and styles like sassoonVidal, ***** a trial give me hundreds for milesCha cha cha, forward backCha cha cha cha, ? put it on me?[psycho les]You dont know the half soSit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blowsOutta *****s, Im on a rollSo butter me, *****es wanna mother meTake they bras off and smother meIrkin me, for an appointmentCuz they love jerkin me off the ointmentIts pyscho, the new pimp, the new pimpDead all the bullshit, get wit this new hitAs I hit the bong so, stay puff like sean combsBang heads like bongos, you get the *gong sound* like the gong showCatch you comin out the tree spotCripple you wit a knee dropNow you struttin real cute like a pea*****Personal injuries when faces run into theseYall niggas need more treats, ***** them keyboard beatsHip hop hippy, jump in my whippyLight up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, cmonCha cha cha, forward backCha cha cha cha, back forward[ju ju]Yo I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a bangerFlip and pull your lungs out wit a hangerIm not a trouble-making nigga, but I handle my beefYou on some eric b. shit like what happened to peace?Got no problem wit smashin teeth, *****in your wifeRobbin you nigga, kidnappin your nieceBless your cheek wit a permanent creaseIm a problem you dont needYall probably go run for policeYall could sell all the drugs in the worldHang wit all the thugs in the worldWont be the first hole that I dug in the worldTaste dick when you kissin your girl?Well you should cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel niggaCha cha cha, forward backCha cha cha cha, back forwardCha cha cha, forward backCha cha cha cha, back foward*swinger talking shit to the end*
