Текст песни The Beatnuts - Straight Jacket
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(Intro)BOOM!Hah, yeahTurn my mic up a little bitHere we come now, uh, uh, uhTurn my mic up, yeah, hahHere we goYou know when to bring them drums in, right?He got it....JuJu-Check it out, with that sauerkrauttGet the flava that`s nasty, that`s what I`m aboutI said I`m top like a cherry, yo it gets no harderStraight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron CarterWhat`s up cus, you forgot who I wasSlept on THE BEATNUTS, now you`re shocked from the buzzA crazy hispanic, no need to panicDrop words over beats, clear, no staticBackflips, pullin` honies with the hipsAfter a show, you say yo he reallyRipped shit up, people all get upTreat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in upBut, naw, I`m joking, Buddha smokin`, Never chicken chokin`, just donkey strokin`(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)And, bring me back inSo I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ringI go yeah, it`s like that and uhI fucked aaah, and I`m plus fat and uhThen lit up a blunt, crack the 40 andWhat, you try to play me out like an accordionI`m here to drop bombs and snap on your momsAnd call the bitch a dirty custodianIt`s like that y`all, it`s like that y`allBeatnuts comin` out fat y`allChorus-You know thatRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening....Yo, I be THE MACKStrapped to a chair, so I can` t reactWhen I close my eyes I don`t see blackI`m off to a desert where I`m free jackMentally asleepListen to this(Group shout)Fashion-I freakin` hard with your moms & your sisterI hit her hard from the back, then I dissed herFoul and rude, that`s my styleI hate to smile, I like to drinkBust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)Now`s my time, I`m gettin` paidDrive around in a nice car, gettin` laidHavin` mad fun, cause you know it don`t matterIt may sound bugged, but I`d like to live fatterFeel the vibe, check the flavaYou caught in a trance, now nothin` can save yaYou lose your mind, then you lose your soulIf it get`s wild, then you lose controlYeah you can run, but you can`t go farEverywhere you look, right there`s where you areYou hoped and dreamed to be a big rap starYou dreamed your drivin` and you crashin` a carChorus-You know thatRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningRappening is what`s happening, keep your pockets flappening, handsclappeningI swing up on the scene like mingSmoke out and hittin` skins, just my type of thingDrain out your brains with the fuckin` double barrelCool makin` moves with hips like a sparrowElectrify tricks with my hi-volt dickStill be rolling thick on that beef type shitMy moves they do the switch like Jim HendrixBass lines they got you hooked now you want to fixCheck it, licked `em in Bombay, laid `em in BermudaFucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddhaSparked by desire, you know what I meanForever will I puff, but I hate to fiendPull the chocolate thai stick get off the brickMakin` crazy moves with this Beatnuts clickJunkyard, Psycho and cool-ass FashWe combine & intertwine for the hits and cashShucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, blackSo beat this chy`allBeat this y`allBeatnuts with the funky hits, y`allYou know thatRappening, keep your pockets flappeningRappening, keep your pockets flappeningHands clappening, keep your pockets flappening.....