(Intro)

BOOM!

Hah, yeah

Turn my mic up a little bit

Here we come now, uh, uh, uh

Turn my mic up, yeah, hah

Here we go

You know when to bring them drums in, right?

He got it....



JuJu-

Check it out, with that sauerkrautt

Get the flava that's nasty, that's what I'm about

I said I'm top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder

Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter

What's up cus, you forgot who I was

Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you're shocked from the buzz

A crazy hispanic, no need to panic

Drop words over beats, clear, no static

Backflips, pullin' honies with the hips

After a show, you say yo he really

Ripped shit up, people all get up

Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up

But, naw, I'm joking, Buddha smokin',

Never chicken chokin', just donkey strokin'

(DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!)

And, bring me back in

So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring

I go yeah, it's like that and uh

I fucked aaah, and I'm plus fat and uh

Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and

What, you try to play me out like an accordion

I'm here to drop bombs and snap on your moms

And call the bitch a dirty custodian

It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

Beatnuts comin' out fat y'all



Chorus-

You know that

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening....



Yo, I be THE MACK

Strapped to a chair, so I can' t react

When I close my eyes I don't see black

I'm off to a desert where I'm free jack

Mentally asleep



Listen to this(Group shout)



Fashion-

I freakin' hard with your moms & your sister

I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her

Foul and rude, that's my style

I hate to smile, I like to drink

Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...)

Now's my time, I'm gettin' paid

Drive around in a nice car, gettin' laid

Havin' mad fun, cause you know it don't matter

It may sound bugged, but I'd like to live fatter

Feel the vibe, check the flava

You caught in a trance, now nothin' can save ya

You lose your mind, then you lose your soul

If it get's wild, then you lose control

Yeah you can run, but you can't go far

Everywhere you look, right there's where you are

You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star

You dreamed your drivin' and you crashin' a car



Chorus-

You know that

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening

Rappening is what's happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands

clappening



I swing up on the scene like ming

Smoke out and hittin' skins, just my type of thing

Drain out your brains with the fuckin' double barrel

Cool makin' moves with hips like a sparrow

Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick

Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit

My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix

Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix

Check it, licked 'em in Bombay, laid 'em in Bermuda

Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha

Sparked by desire, you know what I mean

Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend

Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick

Makin' crazy moves with this Beatnuts click

Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash

We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash

Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani-

Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black

So beat this chy'all

Beat this y'all

Beatnuts with the funky hits, y'all

You know that



Rappening, keep your pockets flappening

Rappening, keep your pockets flappening



Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening.....