Muchachacha Lyrics - Singles - Beatnuts

Can I hit that? 

It's Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz 

What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up 

Uh, uh, let's blaze it, yo check it out yo 

I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower 

Twist L's, Hennessey sour, pass on the powder 

Make an entrance like a vigilante wit' a vengeance 

Fight for independence, like my descendants 

Write a whole chapter 

Compressed in one sentence 

I blast in an instance 

America's most makin' a toast 

Fine women playin' us close 

Underground to the street level 

Money and jewels we embezzle 

Never play the fool for the devil 

The temptation is there 

To hug you like a grizzly bear 

Fuckin' wit' the wild life, beware 

Willie Stubz the under boss and I move wit force 

When po-po take a loss I have no remorse 

You know the deal, only blazin' shit that could feel 

Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like blue steel 

Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal 

Cha cha cha, forward back 

Cha cha cha cha, back forward 

Yo, I pop up like sicles 

When you ain't on point like hard nipples 

I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle 

Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek 

I'm so nice that I'm not, call me nasty 

I bite my toenails and spit 'em at wack niggas 

I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin' rap figgas 

Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I unwind 

Puffin' on vines, baby and nines 

Till the spotlight is mine, pullin' up in the Lex truck 

Wit' four chrome rims, ha for the best buck 

Three TV's and twelve-changer CD's 

Bumpin' everything from Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's 

Ain't nuttin' funny like Missy wit' her hee, hee's 

MC's get popped but not wit' no Bibi's 

Swing Calhoun and styles like Sassoon 

Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles 

Cha cha cha, forward back 

Cha cha cha cha, [unverified] 

You don't know the half so 

Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows 

Outta assholes, I'm on a roll 

So butter me, bitches wanna mother me 

Take they bras off and smother me 

Irkin' me, for an appointment 

'Cuz they love jerkin' me off the ointment 

It's Psycho, the new pimp, the new pimp 

Dead all the bullshit, get wit' this new hit 

As I hit the bong so, stay Puff like Sean Combs 

Bang heads like bongos, you get the like The Gong Show 

Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you wit' a knee drop 

Now you struttin' real cute like a peacock 

Personal injuries when faces run into these 

Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats 

Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy 

Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon 

Cha cha cha, forward back 

Cha cha cha cha, back forward 

Yo, I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a banger 

Flip and pull your lungs out wit' a hanger 

I'm not a trouble-making nigga but I handle my beef 

You on some Eric B. shit like, "What happened to peace?" 

Got no problem wit' smashin' teeth, fuckin' your wife 

Robbin' you nigga, kidnappin' your niece 

Bless your cheek wit' a permanent crease 

I'm a problem you don't need, y'all probably go run for police 

Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world 

Hang wit' all the thugs in the world 

Won't be the first hole that I dug in the world 

Taste dick when you kissin' your girl? 

Well, you should 'cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga 

Cha cha cha, forward back 

Cha cha cha cha, back forward 

Cha cha cha, forward back 

Cha cha cha cha, back froward 

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