Muchachacha Lyrics – Beatnuts
Singer: Beatnuts
Title: Muchachacha
Can I hit that?
What up, real pimp n#gg#s 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
f#ckin’ 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’ sh#t that could feel
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 b#tch #ss cheek
I’m so nice that I’m not, call me nasty
I bite my toenails and spit ’em at wack n#gg#s
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
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, f#ck 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 #ssh#l#s, I’m on a roll
So butter me, b#tches 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 b#llsh#t, 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 n#gg#s need more treats, f#ck 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 n#gg# but I handle my beef
You on some Eric B. sh#t like, “What happened to peace?”
Got no problem wit’ smashin’ teeth, f#ckin’ your wife
Robbin’ you n#gg#, 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 n#gg#
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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