Pullin' out
ill breaks outta milk crates
Like eeny, meeny, miny
It might not be a boo -boo, but it's grimy
I'm right in the hood,
when you wanna find me
Puffin' on a blunt, sippin' on a hiney
Fly by on a caddy,
leave the bullshit behind me
Paid Mexicans to hand wash my shit
and leave it shiny
Niggas round the way,
guzzle beers, eat chiny
Rasclad, everything Irish
Catch a rat smokin' that poison ivy
You think Psych won't bust back,
nigga, try me
You just a fuckin' mouse,
tryna act mighty
God only knows what I'll do
to you guys
Make the angels up in heaven
wanna cover their eyes
Leave you somewhere homey
all covered in flies
Dramatic, it's automatic
like a burger and fries
You crazy,
thinkin' you gon' stop the roll
Too late, we get your heart
rate out control
They big, a little bigger
baby that's the goal
And maybe a little lady
would be hot to hold
You crazy,
thinkin' you gon' stop the roll
Too late, we get your heart
rate out control
Here's my outlook,
bitches put out with no output
Cause yeah, little lady would be hot to hold
I just wanna get my ducks sick
and be legit and biz
No more scrambling an
d juggling for 50 kids
Rather be lampin' on a sofa,
stickin' dick to whiz
Blue wa ter, fancy toilets,
losing clips with Miz
Losing ships and kids, Titanic,
4 -4, water 4 -5
They bark loud and they both shine,
and they both mine
Make em dance most times,
plus they sound cool
And flow smooth like both rhyme, crazy
I know this honky that played hooky to play hockey for a hobby,
it made him happy
He had a hottie, she was a hoeski,
suckin' nuts and she loved her banties,
deluxe hokey
Don't get it twist,
cause I juked like Jim Belushi
I take your ice chains
off your neck and play Salucci
My nigga Jude rocked the Nike
Airs with the Gucci
Out your rig, got a couple chicks,
introduce me
20 minutes later, I'm all in the coochie
like I got the Anaconda for Ananda
Nigga, you gon' stop the roll, too late
We get your heart rate out of control
Big big
And then bigger baby that's the goal
And maybe a little lady
would be hot to hold
You crazy
Nigga you gon' stop the roll
Too late
We get your heart rate out of control
Here's my outlook
Bitches put out with no output
Cause yeah a little lady
would be hot to hold
Look homes I'm trying to up lift this shit
Make history,
something for the kids and shit
Put my heart in my music
for as long as I live
Nigga the sound of the ghetto
coming out of the crib
Hardcore to off -form, bigger than rap
All I know is that a lot of new
niggas is crack
Soundin' like dummies,
man, niggas should act
It's wrong, and where I come from,
bitin' is whack
Maybe that's why them niggas
never walk through the hood
They ask, their intentions
never been any good
Little bitch -ass niggas,
if I catch em, I would
Put my foot up they ass,
man, as far as I could
You crazy, nigga, you gon' stop the roll
Too late,
we get your heart rate out control
And live bigger, baby, that's the goal
And maybe a little lady
would be hot to hold
You crazy, nigga,
you gon' stop the roll
Too late, we get your heart
rate out control
Here's my outlook,
bitches put out with no output
Cause yeah, a little lady would be hot
to hold
You
The Beatnuts 
