Beatnuts lyrics
Beatnuts lyrics
"Straight Jacket lyrics"
I've Got To Have You lyrics
(Kris Kristofferson)You came smilin' softly, shyly movin'Easy as a dreamer into my room.And before I realized the dangerI found myself looking into your eyes.Somewhere in their colours I saw promisesOf things I'd never seen beforeIt's all over...I've got to have you.Holding onto, talking, saying nothing.Knowing in a moment I could lose you.Then without a warning I remembered thatYou trembled at the touch of my han
(Kris Kristofferson)You came smilin' softly, shyly movin'Easy as a dreamer into my room.And before I realized the dangerI found myself looking into your eyes.Somewhere in their colours I saw promisesOf things I'd never seen beforeIt's all over...I've got to have you.Holding onto, talking, saying nothing.Knowing in a moment I could lose you.Then without a warning I remembered thatYou trembled at the touch of my han
(Intro) BOOM! Hah, yeah Turn my mic up a little bit Here we come now, uh, uh, uh Turn my mic up, yeah, hah Here we go You know when to bring them drums in, right? He got it.... JuJu- Check it out, with that sauerkrautt Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter What's up cus, 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, pullin' honies with the hips After a show, you say yo he really Ripped shit up, people all get up Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin', Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin' (DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!) And, bring me back in So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring I go yeah, it's like that and uh I fucked aaah, andAmerican Made lyricsI'm plus fat and uh Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 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 comin' out fat y'all Chorus- You know that Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening.... 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 asleep Listen to this(Group shout) Fashion- I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister I hit her hard 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(
Give me some antiseptic To wash this headache away Give me a syringe To inject the pain Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd rather be creepy and very strange Give me a cake that I can mix and bake In a Betty Crocker oven that I will break Bake it up and we will Stab Stab Stab Come on, don't be afraid We will make you Stab Stab Stab My world is evil but American made Give me something easy that ILovin' Feelin' Danger lyricsoom, boom, boom, boom...) Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter Feel the vibe, check the flava You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya You lose your mind, then you lose your soul If it get's 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 hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car Chorus- You know that Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening I swing up on the scene like ming Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing
I hear what you're saying when you shout in my earGet straight to the point now...Better make yourself clearYou've kicked me out beforeBut I alway come backYou take it to the limit...Now you're ready to crackYou always take more than nothin' babyYou take the lot, you take the lotWanna know somethin' honeyWanna know what I got?Lovin' feelin' dangerThe dole is gonna catch up nowSo ma daddy did sayNo turning bSioux Lane Spirits lyricsrain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha Sparked by desire, you know what I mean Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani- Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black So beat this chy'all Beat this y'all Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all You know that Rappening, keep your pockets flappening Rappening, keep your pockets flappening Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening.....
Daddy, she has your eyes And when she grins you can only realize The guilt she manifests so deep inside you That your thin veneer of catechism can no longer hide The voice you hear, her secret pain As she digs the shiv into her placid veins Now she has your eyes Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted But she can't yet realize Something you wanted, you wanted, something you wanted, you wanted Your