Juelz Santana - Monster Music lyrics

Flutes? What? Bring in the opera man Ye, that's what i'm talking about Let's do it Yo Santana (yep) Heat-makers All we need is the ba** now uh uh, uh uh, uh (yeah) uh, Verse 1: this is marching music this is monster music everybody get the f** up get to stomping' to it get the band, get the drum line we marching to it get your aunt, get your uncles get your moms into it this is lovely noise, this is club knocking' this is razors out chump this is club oxen' this is grab a b**h get the club rocking hit the bar, big spending' get the Bub' popping' this is move Get the f** out the way or get moved the f** out the way chump n***as get tools to f** in the club n***as get moved the f** in the club don't play punk n***as get schooled outside of the cla** for tryin' to be fast shots hop and pop in yo' a** n***a b**hes cut school to get with the boy your wife will cut you to get with the boy its big pimpin' here big lobster, big shrimp in here big mobsters, big fish in here yea get your fish in gear they'll flip you yea they'll twist you yea, they'll let you know the Dips was here , get it clear! Hook: This is monster music This is country music This is arms out Bombs out, bombing music This is launching music This embalming fluid, Everybody get the f** up Get to stomping to it This is monster music This is country music This is n***az, this is b**hes This is all our music This is marching music This embalming fluid, Everybody get the f** up Get to stomping to it verse 2 This is for my kappa's My sigma's, my clappers my n***as, My alpha's my beta's, cowards and haters Come style with the playas Crocodiles and gators Big gun get wild and I'll spray ya Big gun sit down for I spray ya Or quick run, I'll shower you later I don't mind n***a I got nothing but time n***a Plus you ain't hard to find n***a, 3 blocks from my n***as, Where they squeeze glocks, divide n***as, and they green top Supply n***as, mean drops Beside n***as, eaves drop and watch n***as We co*k and ride n***as Coke' hard, go hard we block n***as Young Joe Clark leaned on me Shots go off, Should of told ya not to lean on me, yea, Your b**h wont f** you I told her not to cheat on me I think your a clown she totally agrees with me She comes over and she sleeps with me (what else) Use the bathroom, she pee's on me Then go home and eat with you (damn) You a chump n***a You a punk n***a Get a grip, get ya weight up n***a! This is monster music This is country music This is arms out Bombs out, bombing music This is launching music This embalming fluid, Everybody get the f** up Get to stomping to it This is monster music This is country music This is n***az, this is b**hes This is all our music This is marching music This embalming fluid, Everybody get the f** up Get to stomping to it (alternate ending) (Uh, Uh) This is monser music, get a stompin to it I spit the N.Y all the way to Compton music I deliver the pain I'm that n***a with Kane You need to read up, then maybe we can meet up. Don't try no funny sh**, you'll get your onion split Yo we strong armed n***az, we on the Pile Bunion sh** You know my wrist glous, don't gt your b**h toused Cause a punk will make you jump like Kriss Kross Are you a daddy mac? well I'm a Mac Daddy Bullet proof black Caddy, we in Vegas black jackin' We burn 20 grand in each hand now what? Old enough to drink, But we got 24's on every truck