About "Street Level" album:
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"Street Level" by Beatnuts, which consists of 9 songs.
Are You Ready
What we gonna do right here is......
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
Check it out, check it out
Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?
WHO IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER?
It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick
Here I come, to the rhythm of the drum
Hook you up on some of that shit that got you numb
Open up hon, I just want to see in
The shoot my semen, the intoxicated fucking demon
Shoots the low at home on the roll
David dollar plus a style to put you in the morgue
Tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic
Want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic
Lick The Pussy
Aiight, and away we go
You got the World Famous Kool with the smooth-ass flow
Speaking about what I get with or stick on the reg
Got you running round in circles fiending for the third leg
But baby don't you go yet, cause you ain't really strong
You haven't even had a taste of the fucking tongue
I say "motherfucker" cause your mommy was a victim
Your cousins, sisters, aunts, oh yeah I licked em
I tricked em and they all come back for the treats
Yeah them niggas be flipping that old ill
Just makes me feel with the skill sort of flow with the real
Will you pass it? Yep, I won't drop it
I could rock it, I got soul in my pocket, don't lock it
Just let me in to fill up the mem-brane
Donkeys over there, yep I'm so glad them came
Come, hey do you wanna cum? Well come and get some
I get you drunk like bum, hum
The Kool, so baby let me funk you down
"Get on down"
Yo this is the little lunatic youknowhatimsayin'?
Straight outta Buck Show fuck that.
It's like this y'all it's like this y'all
I woke up to the wall and took a piss y'all
Nigga pop the beat right up on the panel
When you see beyond your shit don't fuck with the channel
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....
Ya Don't Stop
You don't stop, you keep on(X3)
Hey it's the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I'm about
Puffin' on a fat one, guzzlin' a Guinness Stout
Bonin' BITCHES on a regular, word up, my game is lethal
That's my word, I'm tellin ya
Livin' foul like a motherfucka, that's the way it's been
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don't even try to flex, I'll put a round in your chest
Yeah You Get Props
You know sho' nuff, Nuts got bass in your face
Take a taste, World Famous trio in the place
In a race, cock and blast for your sugar
Bucking niggas off just like I was picking boogers
I heat up, now I got the competition fired
Said he better than the Kool then the nigga's fucking lying
Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him
He with his man then I gotta fucking dip him
Pa-pow, give him one right to the kisser
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