Give Me The Ass Lyrics by Beatnuts, The

Give Me The Ass Lyrics

    Intro:
    Ha, say who's scientific, 3 c-f mafia (that's my crew)

    Juju:
    Yo, on the real homey, let me let you know about me
    Cause ain't too many people who can talk about me
    See frontin' ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk
    Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work
    They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it
    Shit, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it
    Who wanna knock it?
    Get blown out the socket (hey, who's gettin' money?)
    Remains the topic
    Stay true, somethings in it for you
    I know you wanna get down, martinies and malibu
    That's a dream, pay attention to the sceme
    Follow the rules and we could all get cream

    Hook:
    Baby if you give me the ass (baby if you give me the ass)
    Maybe you might see some cash (maybe you might see some cash)
    If you think i'm moving to fash (if you think i'm moving to fash)
    We can lace this blunt with hash

    Pyscho les:
    Where you from?
    Q-bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh
    Beatnuts new joint (what?)
    Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove
    Gotta make this move in 9-7
    Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed and we ain't gettin' no
    Younger
    No doubt, mix the guinstout, with the colt 40
    Toastin' the majority, stay bent
    With tobacco spilt on the pavement
    Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut
    No killer shit (shhhhh)
    That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with

    Hook

    Juju:
    Yo shortie rock we can wine and dine
    But in time let me remind, eventually i plan to be
    Somewhere behind you, mind you
    Never the less here to refine you
    Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you
    No game shortie, don't laugh
    It's all math, material things just don't last
    So light this l and parlay with me
    Cause tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me

    Pyscho les:
    Son this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees
    Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze
    Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat
    Surrounded by strink g's
    As i count ben-g's, i clocked off this track doin friendly
    Kick it to this chick in spicey like wendys
    Tried to touch her tada, honey said "ah-ah"
    Turned down the chewbacca, but i was like...

    Hook (x2)

    Outro:
    Give me the ass baby, give me the ass baby, can't live without the ass baby
    Give me the ass baby, give me the ass, oh give me the ass, baby give me the
    Ass
    Oh give me the ass

    Give it to him

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