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The Originators Lyrics

Bring the Funk Back
Yae Yo
Buying Out the Bar
Work That Pole
Originate
My Music
U Crazy
Ya Betta Believe It
Routine
Bionic
Beck's 'N Branson
Back 2 Back


Bring the Funk Back

You got ta...

When they play this shake your rump, Beatnuts is the renegades of funk. One time for your mind, sunshine in your eyes, intoxicated demons combined with they rhymes. Two turntables and a microphone when I'm in the zone leave Psych alone. Fuck around I'll get gangsta like Capone. Niggers call me to chat like I'm Tyrone, aksing me for the release date, that's why I hired a secretary to pick up and say please wait. Big Psych the Tycoon, top roast, I got the butter if you got the hot toast. This is for the true fans, the real niggas that still with us, and I know I know I know like Bill Withers.

We got ta...Bring the funk back, bring the funk back. Bring it!

Junkyard overlord, hiphop allstar, never liked models, martinis, or sports cars. Always in the Bandanan, alwalys with a really pretty girl like ??? the cannon. Come on, you be knowing who it is, ???? ???, the reason she be leaving you alone with the kids. Eh ??? got be cool, nigger went homicide asking who! My music hardcore I continue to stay raw and give the party people what they come for. Like I ever gave two fucks, niggerz can't stop me, homie I'm just too much. Beatnuts about to shake up the charts, exspose these motherfuckers, take em apart, just waiting honing my skills and maintaining. Always known to hold my own since I came here.

We got ta...Bring the funk back, bring the funk back. Bring it!



Yae Yo

Blondie - Rush, Rush (Sample): He's running out of time, Rush Rush, to the Yeyo, Buzz buzz, give me Yeyo, Yo yo, no more yeyo, Rush rush, to the yeyo.

Psycho Les: Yo, yo, yo, line up with all the points on the block, With the black-tan leather G, wildest joints, Look; just another day in the life, Just f***in' with these foreign a** n*ggaz tryin' to bring up the price. Here we go, deep concentration, heavy heavy ammunition, to cover any altercation. Yo you need to keep your eye on me, I'm the s*** homie, come and get these flies off me. Come on, how 'bout some hardcore, check my music: find every part's raw, Pass me the ball and you know I'm gon' score: never like the first time, now they want more, more, more, Of the official whiskey with the pistol: heavyweight champion, shine like crystal, Now it's time to expand: a man with a gun and a plan, gettin' that money any way that I can.

Ju Ju: It's the Columbian, and the Dominican: the cat that brings it and and the cat that slangs it, Say no to drugs is what I tell the children, but the movies showin' them it's a billion dollar business, The pure Coca, have your vida going loca, make a chick sell the ch*cha, Sell the TV, and sell the sofa, even sold my CD by Toca, Now you want me to greet ya, like a Senorita, when you're just a sleazy perrita, I had love: you were my one and only, but you flipped the script and then you snitched to the police, See here, let's be clear: Why you...why you acting like a b*atch, Phones is bein' tapped in, so watch your yappin': the words you use could mean state time, So don't take it personal, it's just another obstacle: either you're the pimp or the prostitute.

(Sample): Damn! I like that player's attitude.

Ill Bill: My rogues of riches is paid with exploding b*tches, I Go ballistic, roll with a soldier's instinct, I spit five on Corona words, Magical wisdom fine lines like: What now homie, records or pistols? I'm paranoid: who's that lookin' through my window, my mind playin' tricks on me homie, then I smoke to much endo, I drink too much liquor, and I still bump off: keep the f*** out my face, telling you to f*** off, Sniff your brains out on my Al Capone, Al Pachino, and Scarface, hang from a helicopter like scarface, This garbage is known by my associates as _______, years ago he was in the foreman for the funds, So what's really good in the hood? Keep the hoes handy: got stripper b*tches suckin' my d*** for nose candy, Billion dollar bills, got the cable, eyo Yae Yo, stickin' it up the A-hole for the Yae Yo.

Problemz: Problemz, about to bubble and blow: like the flute in the backgorund, When I put my Mac down, I drop books that'll make the crooks put their Gats down, Turn it up a notch, it'll make the fiends put their crack down, Before you know it: Heroin addicts puttin' their smack down, Like def. WF, can you smell the Problemz? Got biggest cheddar like live from Brooklyn n*gga, Bumpin' you some marvellous hits, the type of s*** that'll make a chick show her a** and tits, Hustler put down his bricks, Hitman throw in his clicks, C-Lo experts runnin' 4, 5, 6 in trips, handin' me chips, Ballers jumpin' out their whips: handin' me keys, Dime model b*tches poppin' bottles, handin' me Gs, Columbian pops strippin' keys from overseas, World messengers delivering me complimentary seeds, Over the greenest of Vs I flow, kind of frigid when I spit it like an Eskimo, Line for line: I got that Yae Yo.

Submitted By: Epoxi



Buying Out the Bar

I put my hand on my rhyme book and promise to say the truth When I, enter the studio and blaze the booth And make a joint to raise the roof And leave the place roofless Intoxicated Demons demonic like the group KISS I gets wicked, we gon' make a bomb to wake up The industry, so prepare for the three, like the musketeers We paid dues, blood and tears Waste the years, (blazin), and drinkin beers Nah fuck that, better believe I'ma come back And make my new shit heard, like a gun clap (BLOWW) What I think you should do? Is just run back To the lab, flip your music, and your drum track Beatnuts, off the hook, like a telephone Competition, shook and soft, like it's silicon When we come through, hit y'all with the 1, 2...3, 4 Blow it up like it's C-4

Buyin out the bar ain't nothin Got the VIP on lock we thuggin Shorty bouncin in them things wearin nothin Lookin like she wanna give into something.

Eyes chinky man, lookin like Ho Chi Min With a shorty tryin to get out, the clothes she in. The position I'm mostly in Is ahead of the game, and they don't even come close even Yo, you do it with such pizzazz We do it over real beats with lyrics that'll bust ya ass Ju always had a nose for cash Always threw a punch like a maniac, I'm down to crash Put the pressure, soundwave be on measure Niggas don't just flip beats, we flip treasures Classical shit, gotta have it in the party The battery pack to start movin everybody When you hear it, you know who it be Then you hear it in the cars, and everywhere you go in the street Tryin to bless you with just the heat That's a word from the Beatnuts baby, that's yours to keep.

Buyin out the bar ain't nothin Got the VIP on lock we thuggin Shorty bouncin in them things wearin nothin Lookin like she wanna give into something.

I just wanna get my freak in the club! Get my weed, get my drink, get my rug! I've been workin all week, what the fuck? All the ladies in the house, show me love!



Work That Pole

Another Beatnuts, T-touch extravaganza!

I do the things that I know you like. You know you love it cuz the kuchi's tight. I'm not your wifey I don't want to fight. I'm all about getting my papers.

Hey yo I stepped in the club off some ??dialdo webo??. Me and theses Nuts straight out the ghetto. Ma i like how you struttin in that ??crystal?? ???. Trying to cover up we still see the ???. It's T-Touch Mr. ?Bahhabanti? with a red?bow? mommy looking like Ashanti, all in my ear talking bout she want me, cuz she buzzing off that ???. ?Eibindieto, Eibendieto?, kick that unique flow start the freak show. ??? ??? ??? VIP mode with my people. Curtains is closed flirtin with hoes, on the boner cuz she heard of the flows. ???? starts working the pole with her hands in my pockets searching for dough...

I do the things that I know you like. You know you love it cuz the kuchi's tight. I'm not your wifey I don't want to fight. I'm all about getting my papers.

I'm too hot for TV too cool for video, VIP surrounded by big tittie hoes. I make a toast to a chick and tell her bottoms up, take her back to my room and pull her bottoms down, butter my brown mommy like Tweet, takin off her shirt then her skirt went down to her feet. WORK THAT! I go brrr stick em, and ?puff lot with em?, I get'em in the mood, in the nude then I hit em, I lick em, if i love 'em i like em. When they thuggin'once I plug the plug in i have em beggin for the drug and I'm an animal under the sheets, when I'm banging you like one of my beats in my system. Switching lanes on the streets, keep your clothes on, we can have clean fun, seen one, now she wanna suck a mean one.

I do the things that I know you like. You know you love it cuz the kuchi's tight. I'm not your wifey I don't want to fight. I'm all about getting my papers.

Come in the place all the chicks are like, "ooyy gotta problem I can fix tonight?" HOney ima lap dance till my dick's delight SO YOU BETTA GET IT RIGHT! ok. You look nice and I got a good feeling, and my ones are stacked up to the ceiling, that little smile makes you so appealing, right here's where you need to be kneeling. Come on girl sexual sexy, popping that thing all over the plexy. Take my money, abuse and molest me, I wanna take it as far as you let me. A little convo, maybe a drink, maybe a little nightcap what do you think? Baby you could make a man fall in love in a blink, Right?

I do the things that I know you like. You know you love it cuz the kuchi's tight. I'm not your wifey I don't want to fight. I'm all about getting my papers.



Originate

Greg Nice:
I originate.

Large Professor:
It started off one '89 morning Prepared to bumrush this spot without warning Dufflebagged up, we was there to conduct Our bidness, clear it and never leave a eye witness Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in the back by the bathroom Knowin all this shit no one knows Way before radio played "Throw them bo's" We was out there gettin em Beats, plus spittin em Bars, I'm Large, about the streets, I'm hittin em Junkyard Psycho style Keep them chickens from back there because they might go wild Wants to get quick dose of this, try on ferocious Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives 30 day notices gettin sent out To all you greaseball rappers, this is world renowned

I originate.

Psycho Les:
It's the originator (Who got the funk?) Not the imitator You just a french fry, I'm a hot potato Big Psych, the drunken operator Computer data broadcastin live from the buddha chamber Future Flavas, so turn it up Aiyo, that new Beatnuts shit is burnin up Charts across the global, my vocal's Like a yodel, Large Pro showed up With three plates of soul food Funk tracks, on point like thumb tacks It's the raw, baby, bangin out of drum pads Like oh, shorty asked me if I sniff blow I told her hell no, I just puff 'dro What's my muthafuckin name - Psycho Junkyard and my nigga Large Pro -fessor break it down like

I originate.

JuJu
It's Big Ju, I come through with the final component Loaded and ready, just right for the moment Serve it up raw, uncut and quite potent Niggas still sleep with the do' and lights open Me I dig deep, real deep in the earth Find the right records, be freakin em first Some say it's an addiction, some say it's a curse I'm married to this beat shit for better or worse I hustle till the work is gone Go in the booth, get on the mic, go bezerk, it's on Then whip up the perfect song Cause really, if it ain't about the music then the shit's just wrong



My Music

Light a L up, puff to my eyes swell up. When it comes to the green we got hell up (My music bang, from here to ???? ) bang you with the music, or bang you accapella like my shorty ran up, said get the cheddar I'm making to much I'm getting hated by the tela I'm making so much I'm getting customized leather brand new shoes, twenty-twos and better so I pass those talking birds like berreta heavy rotation like a propeller every station saying this is something you never never heard before. so crank it up and hit the ?hard-core yo, yo next up

yo I believe that's me

Armaretta, Rock the M.I.C.

Invisible being gangster on the game. if this about hottest bitch then you know my name. see me in the street better bring the theme. Brooklyn representitive, the road to fame. I sit back, laid back thinking 'bout all my gats spittin' host to your cat man, as long being tapped man. In the club my niggaz never left me go be getting out with knives cuz security ain't checking thread me stupid better think twice. He don't know how I get when I'm in the bar nice hot licks no ice, everything look right here dun hold tight I dig hopping ass hoes man as build and see life's about getting paid about getting laid, at the hard getting sprayed. BK build up, white fox silled up you expect us to live six hundred a crib now who's next?

Yo I believe that's me, passing the tree to Armaretta ripping it constantly. I specialize in distributing raw sixteens, tokem faries sending emcees out the frame like pigeons of my x-game intoxicated demon over skeemon only hit the key to club jumping niggaz in there trucks dumping mammis look that jump and then they truck humping jumping in my whip all on my dick it's flash booties like watertheme amusement. jump on her producers hit the exit, the tunes is dumb soft my lungs cough opens allergies and metaphoric parafurnelly or lyrically taking care of you who else could it be, but that nigga named Problemz. Alias capping camons with the flif up in your feelings be easy and fall back like an extra and don't be extra, or catch extras and see your extra large fitted whenever I spit it automaticly and quit it problemo, fowl pass me the demo's next up...

That's my music...



U Crazy

I can't forget or reject the sights of the ghetto, the smells of the ghetto, and especially the sounds of the ghetto, you know?

I'd rather die like a man and live a coward life. At a night moving the fangs the crooked up and powered white. You know me, I was OT Getting it lo' key, remembering what old timers told me. The first law you wanna hold heat burst yours. Props to seek have you sleeping in hurst doors. The conversation indicated props are sharp, He said he never hold many cause it might be marked. It's like this give me mine or I'm a take what's yours Make love war, spray up doors, say no more. Instead of picking weight up more, I'm picking mic's up. Lounging on my mothers sofa, kicking my Nike's up Like Koobi Agi who could stop me, Your coke is doodle papi. My people said they need they cash back, cash that son I caught a flash back the crimes and the whip times change. Niggas shine me, I sparkle like a diamond ring.

you crazy, thinking you gonna stop the rule too late, we get your heart rate out control (THINK BIG, now live bigger baby that's the goal and maybe a little later, WE'LL BE HOT TO HOLD! you crazy, thinking you gonna stop the rule too late, we get your heart rate out control Here's my outlook, bitches put out with no output cause see a little later, WE'LL BE HOT TO HOLD!

Let me get a EQ ?? up, beats is clear You say you flipping pies, you must work at a pizzeria. No need to fear, The Nuts is here And it's about to be off the da hook this year Let the buzz in your ear, like the fuzz in your rear, Every time you see me, I'm guzzling beer, Blazing them trees, counting up gee's Old school on the pro to bouncing a beat What's my name? (He said) You know da game? (You fine) Every time I swing my fists I hit right (Right) The professional boxer, knock you out of ox-y-gen Now you out the game, obsolete. Hit you wit the shit you ain't used to And ??? snakes all in my head like Medusa. But I won't let them get the best of me You can smell what I'm cooking but you can't have the recipe?

you crazy, thinking you gonna stop the rule too late, we get your heart rate out control (THINK BIG, now live bigger baby that's the goal and maybe a little later, WE'LL BE HOT TO HOLD! you crazy, thinking you gonna stop the rule too late, we get your heart rate out control Here's my outlook, bitches put out with no output cause see a little later, WE'LL BE HOT TO HOLD!

Look homes, I'm trying uplift 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. Hard-core to art form bigger than rap, All I know is that a lot of new niggas in crap. Sounding like dummies man niggas should act It's wrong and where I come from biting is wack. Maybe that's why niggas never walk through the hood They ask, there intentions never been any good. Little bitch ass niggas if I catch them I would, Put my foot up they ass man as far as I could.

Can the small talk fat man and let's get it on! Maestro if you will...



Ya Betta Believe It

Ya Betta Believe it..

It's the nuts once again, tell a friend, we blazin' the top 10. Have you forgotten, competition is none? Silly faggot the best is yet to come. Here's a buck get a blunt for the purple haze, it's a new day and Im feeling like Hercules. It feels good to look outside and see the big apple, where you can get robbed, get laid, or get tatooed like sweet dude. It's a dirty enviroment where the streets will be the cause of your early retirement. I remember when I used ta strip cars, now I hit the studio and spit bars over the guitars, to put food on the table, and no more gettin screwed on a label(bitch). The rides over, slide over, we're the illest ever, remember Psych told ya.

Ya betta belive it..
Big Psych Rock on..
Ya Betta belive it..
Beatnuts Rock on..
Ya betta Believe it..
Juju Rock on..
Ya betta Belive it..

Introduction like you don't know, it's that ugly mother f-er with that potent flow. With the funk that you need in your life, have a drink kick back stop beating your wife. Get open girls do your dance, if you wanna get close momma here's your chance. But ima let you know in advance, that before you touch Jimmy baby wash your hands. Hot sex, but you know the code, never hit it two times honey hit the road. Ju got love for y'all but I'm a busy man so I might forget to call. More hits, more money, more clothes, more records, more hungry, more anything goes. Even through the stormy weather, Ima real nigger baby, ima shine forever.

Ya betta belive it..
Big Psych Rock on..
Ya Betta belive it..
Beatnuts Rock on..
Ya betta Believe it..
Juju Rock on..
Ya betta Belive it..

I knew you would somehow be responsible for this travesty..renegade!

What the fuck she just call me?

Renegade(scratching)

Aww this bitch is buggin'



Routine

It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..burn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Drink something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo.

It's a whole new structure, ???(loops) just got rougher, anybody get in my way, they gonna suffer. It's real man the streets ain't never been tougher, niggers go to jail like one after another. I rather make a beat that's food for the spirit, make the crowd lose it everytime they hear it. Producer try to bite, but they don't come near it. ???(loots) so obscure you don't eve have to clear it.

Straight gangsta for the streets, for the clubs, dj's on the cuts. Beat diggas, real beat niggas, no matter the weather you know we bring the heat with us, alcohol and trees with us, club owners betta reconsider... Think we're here to fucking play games? Bring in the hookers to let ??ta break brains??.

It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..burn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Drink something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo.

Now im getting open brain surgery, party ??? in case of emergency. I have ta break one open and make her open...wide and nut like nothing and twist up somethin', and get high, nigger order a pie. (Michalengalo's..)

You know I fuck, feed, and abandon hoes, its the brother with the beats and the random flows. Well known in the hood, where everybody love you, even if your up to no good. I'm Big Ju, Holmes, I been around for a minute, truthful to the game cuz I am going to win it. My love goes out to all the Dj's who spinning and all the premature babies all up in the clinic.

It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..burn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Drink something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo.

Do the jiggalo..Yo Willy Stubbs kick that story you was kicking to me awhile ago...

I took a walk to the store on a hot summer night, to my delight my nigger check that chick on the right! Coca-Cola bottle model, that's like hitting the lotto. I woulda make a stronger move, but that's her mother that follows. Little did she know I would try to make her daughter swallow, she a hoe from the hood trainin her pussy for the good. I'm a pimp where I stood, my ??? recognized the action, laughing I didn't know she was Miss Jackson ewwwweee! She don't want her daughter to be a ???, but I just wanted her to sing on the chorus. I ??? on deez nuts, you know the deal when she sees thugs, about ??? she ???(breaks) storms in the place, I thing she's Psycho like Norman for the Bate. See I slide by her crib, cuz mine on ??? side of ???. So Im all up in her ??? like how long she gonna be gone, before I nut I hear a motherfucking dingdong!

It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..burn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. It's routine, you know that we come to rock all night and the party don't appear to stop..Learn something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo. Drink something man, clap your hands and do the jiggalo.



Bionic

Leaping forward bionicly...

My throats clear, so lets make it clear, the coast is clear, when we drop the bomb stand clear, it's nuclear wiping you out for the new year, every year knocking you out if you interefere with the nuts. Real beats with the funk, don't make me reach in the trunk, I don't mind beating a punk that jumps up to get beat down, what we look like TKA(i think not) so don't ask for freestyle. It's the most anticipated, intoxicated, so stop your hating, rock your bracelet and chain front, and get it confinscated. Step into the dark kid, you a target, turn on the lights on and realize somebody else got your ice on. You wanna arm wrestle the icon ima let the python lock it, and snap your right arm out the socket.

What you niggers can't touch us...

Rolling through your town like the black Desparado, you know my motto, bullshit and party with hoes and some bottles. Big bags of skunk with ??? in the bottom, and the big magnum, and four's if we got 'em. Plus big dragons hum for hoes if we spot 'em, but slip bags ??? for those if we got em', Freak shows when we got 'em, backstage partyin', girlies frolicin' touchin my body, coming at me like I'm the master cardigan, like my thing drips dough and all they wants is more.

What? Y'all niggers can't touch us..

I gotta sixth sense to spit six cents when I'm up at the ??? the recipie for the peace, with a piece to release adrenaline. I'm better that seeks the mommentum, more than 90% of these veterans. Record executive said it then erase traces of evidence. The preface of rap is back actively level and relevent rappers attackin like cutting coke with ???(Zenadrin). Gettin' in to your system, constrictin' fuck what you hear, fuck fear factor, when I smack you, we'll see how your factor fear. Niggers mathematically clear this year, cuz whoever's hots mistaken, when I make 'em start shaking like Micheal J Fox. And like it or not, I like it on top,so I probably stay, till i'm taken away in a box and dropped in a shallow grave. These days rappers are plastic faggots who couldn't hack it, like a kid who's got more issues than national geographic. it's a rap when I start spittin, splater your man, kick in your door like Biggie with a battering ram, motherfucker.

What? Y'all niggers can't touch us...



Beck's 'N Branson

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Back 2 Back

Put your drinks up...
Put your L's up...

Call me Les ?deviase?, i'm psycho like a nazi, playing with a hottie, while you at home playing yahtzee. Camillo on the ones and twos moving the party, that's when the waitress brought a kamikazee. I was like no! pass the kawarse, 10 minutes later ??? the mess she was horny for the pony so i had to bless her. I shot sperm in her perm I don't have to tell you I was like,"May the power of Psych compell you!". I'm stone crazy ?? any other nigger from Bellvue. Iknow you see my monster truck in your rearview. Musically ima always be the shit, I'm not only the producer, i'm the nigger that spit it.

We keep diggin in the crates...
Back to back
Getting stake after skate
Back to back
We keep rippin' these shows
Back to back
we keep spittin' these flows
Back to back
Coping drug after drug
Back to back
Rockin club after club
Back to back
5 million dollar cribs
Back to back
And all we do is make hits
Back to back

Hip-hop cats they know i'm the nutty one, they don't wanna buy tracks they just wanna study them. Pull you out the hat like, hey your the lucky one. Everything classical fuck the money, son! I got this bad chick uptown, she's my slutty hun, Even on her period we can still have some bloody fun. Nuts is back so spread the rumor, rock this in your set and be a happy consumer. Perfect for a bus, or a train commuter, download it if you in front of a computer. Spark the Buddah, get out the way bitch like Luda, pull up to Wet Willy's on a scooter, who the fuck (wha?) wanna test Psych Les? ?QU's? finest once the king puts his thing in the nappy you gonna be like the princess singing your happy.

Beatnuts y'all, Beatnuts...

We keep diggin in the crates...
Back to back
Getting stake after skate
Back to back
We keep rippin' these shows
Back to back
we keep spittin' these flows
Back to back
Coping drug after drug
Back to back
Rockin club after club
Back to back
5 million dollar cribs
Back to back
And all we do is make hits
Back to back