The Beatnuts - Hit Me With That lyrics

Intro: We got that funk on lock "Ya, ya better, ask somebody" Hook: HARDCORE comin' with the beats and rhymes GOT YOU HUMMIN' now you wanna press rewind BEATNUTS COMBINE goin' line for line A-YO JUJU "Hit me with that sh** one time" - Method man JuJu: It's the hardcore funk come get your fill From the pistol packin' punk raisin' hell with the dug grill Nobody cares what I think so I drink Causin' mad trouble pullin' guns in an eyeblink From the depths of hell I make it known son My mind frame makes MC's swallow they own tongue I dismantle competition it's a sick shame When I lose my composition and inflict pain Doin' what I gotta do to obtain cash Accountable for more dead bodies than a plane crash I make it clear I'm a never be forgotten And you couldn't find another MC that's more rotten It's the junkyard n***a get your sh** straight Peace to all my n***as in Queens pushin' big weight Rick Jan always takin' care of buisness A shout to Coronna and I'm out with the quickness Hook A-yo Fash Fashion aka Al Tariq: I got so much of this and ah so much of that And so much just f**in' cool in my act That n***as be stressin' me trying to mock my steelo Me though, born just one smooth negro I got it like that I make a b**h wanna dress up Watch me slide in and see your f**in' hoes press up on me Fox like a oribious crazy they swarm me But me jut cut my ballin' baby I see like my section and ah, wanna perfect and ah And slide my sh** up in her motherf**in' rectum bro Erupt let off nuts just like a cannon I'm standin' in the same damn spot I f**in' Shannon in Laid that a** hoes a wanta break want a drink Did that 6-9 sh** I'm s**in' clits she s**in' dick But stickin' back and lay way back don't try to fester Who posess more chicks then f**in' P.M.S. Hook A-Yo Short Jive A-yo Psycho Psycho Les: Splash wet that a** just like a jacuzzi n***as all say "Who's he, the n***a with the uzi?" The hardrockin' up the block state of mind Just finished puffin' bout to sniff my second line of coke Frequencies float like a f*g see blunts and six packs enjoy the f**in' track Blastin' for your listenin' pleasure attitude? in the funky measures I can rock it even if it ain't for the pocket You need to wake up bro and smell the f**in' chocolate Hocus pocus you can try to focus But you won't see me I see you like f**in' Oprah's Fat a** upon a fata** screen Slice your Adams apple, kiwi strawberry snapple Hook