Lets Git Doe

Beatnuts

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    [Fatman Scoop]
    *cough, cough*
    Ya ya, ya
    Fatman Scoop, Beatnuts
    Yo, yo, yo yo

    Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
    Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
    Fatman Scoop, Crooklyn Clan
    Beatnuts, Beanuts, Beatnuts *echo out*
    (x2)

    [Psycho Les]
    Let's rock and roll
    Put some real hip hop in your soul
    Over this track there's no stoppin the flow
    Let's blast off in a ridiculous way
    Face off, like Nicolas Cage
    Slam pit, you get crushed, you should know better
    And now you stuck, like you don't know where to (go go)
    Make you a believer
    Chop you in the neck with a mothafuckin meat cleaver
    It's cool, you can fool the kids
    But you can't fool niggas that live
    The lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle, the lifestyle

    [Fatman Scoop] [CHORUS]
    Everybody let's get doe (get doe)
    VIP in the disco (disco)
    What you drinkin on cris mo (cris mo)
    Light it up and get twisto (twisto)
    (x2)

    [Juju]
    Yo, don't think about work, don't think about shit
    Don't drink just two shots, drink about six
    It's a party baby get that right
    Lotta ladies in the house tonight
    I'm fuckin drunk and the music is tight
    It's the nuts and we at it again
    Fuck this shit, either you or your friends better believe it
    Cuz the fun never ends, you know a live nigga never pretends
    Never cry about the money he spends
    Vacation mami, let that go, whatever happens here stay here,ain't that so?
    You sexy, better let that show
    Come over here and light that droe
    About love, we can make that slow

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    [Fatman Scoop]
    You gotta bottle of Cris, throw it up, throw it up
    You got a bottle of Mo, throw it up, throw it up
    (x2)

    CHORUS (x2)

    [Psycho Les]
    Ain't nothin but crooks in here
    Everyone's high in here
    Beatnuts is pioneers
    Masters of the ceremony, takin it there
    Look at me, I'm a monster y'all created
    You met me once, now we related
    You goin' round town sayin Psych's my cousin
    Bitches see me on TV and scream 'That's my husband!'
    You want me to go down, down like Nelly
    But the dugout's smelly, so give me head and get the smell outthe telly
    *Get the smell outta here*

    [Fatman Scoop]
    Go, go, go, go, go, go

    CHORUS (x2)

    All my ladies say uh oh *uh ohhhh*
    All my niggas say ay yo *ay yoooo*
    (x2)

    ay yoo, ay yoo, ay yoo, Beatnuts wild out
    (x4)

    Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up
    Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up
    Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up
    Go, go, go, go, go, go, now keep your hands up

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