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the beatnuts - yeah you get props كلمات الأغنية

[fashion]
you know sho’ nuff, nuts got b-ss in your face
take a taste, world famous trio in the place
in a race, c-ck and blast for your sugar
bucking n-ggas off just like i was picking boogers
i heat up, now i got the compet-tion fired
said he better than the kool then the n-gga’s f-cking lying
cause i’m a trip up, when i slip up, maybe rip him
he with his man then i gotta f-cking dip him
pa-pow, give him one right to the kisser
used to peep a shorty and i think her name’s clarissa
i miss her, plus the way she freak when i’m sleeping
but i’m out to get the loot so i gotta keepin keepin
keeping on, til the props come rolling
in, a billion women, i be like holding
folding up my glocks cause the fashion’s def
i bring my homeboy in, i just kicked my last breath

[juju]
yeah n-gga, get live, it don’t matter
i got the double-oh shottie, 12 rounds to make your body splatter
with the ill-type flow, a wild renegade
blowing n-ggas up for dough and just getting paid
yo my style eats through, it’s like cancer
eliminating your whole crew and your dancer
never front, i do work, believe that
now i wonder why you and your crew couldn’t see that

you know what i wanna hear, you know what i wanna hear!
(yeah you get props!) (repeat 4x)

[psycho les]
uh, p-ss me the m-i cro p-h-o-n-e, tracks we got plenty
to spread, yep, i had to f-ck up fred
cause he caught me f-cking wilma donkey style on his bed
f-cking red-handed, the nuts have landed
busting nuts in b-tches guts and then leaving ’em stranded
in an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape
got the b-tch on video tape
you should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian
told the b-tch to stay the f-ck out the woods but she chillin
so with no h-ssle let me catch you by my castle
if you’re a b-tch i’ll f-ck you, if you’re a n-gga i’ll blast you
ask a question, 3 seconds to answer
k!ll a photographer shooting as a freelancer
on a mission trying to peek over my shoulder at the vinyl
the wino, coming at your -ss like a rhino
punk you know what i know, who deserves props
see you couldn’t figure b out with an autopsy
huh, it’s like that, we could never be the wack
black it’s like this, step up and get dissed

you know what i wanna hear, you know what i wanna hear!
(yeah you get props!) (repeat 4x)

[juju]
yeah word up, this sh-t goes out to my n-ggas edison and slam up north
3cf mob in effect, kid

[fashion]
yeah, to all my n-ggas, all my n-ggas upstate, youknowhatimsaying?
counting months, my brother devon, the whole crew, youknowhatimsaying?
curry clan, my n-gga sam dean, you know what

-strange boinging noise-

- the beatnuts

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