文本歌词

Props Over Here (Explicit Version) - The Beatnuts
Written by：Lester Fernandez/Jerry Tineo/Bertony Smalls
Showing love with the f**king bass in your face
New York city have mercy one time introducing the crew
Hey you ain't really you and you ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing you f**king for they face of ground
'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me
It make me react react my f**king yammy
Now I don't cock though my mind is in the sewer
I just kick back six pack and then I do her
But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat
'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act
Back in the days I am 237 used to rumble kevin
Backing hoes was like heaven
Eleven years later I tried to hide
And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas
Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say
F**k around with fasion get your whole sh*t bit
Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues
Before I met the psycho is in the junk yard juice
But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped
Going around the globe to collect the props
When I'm in New York you know what I wanna hear
Com' on out in cali you know what I wanna hear
When I'm down in detroit you know what I wanna hear
Now when I'm out in philly you know what I wanna hear
I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do
I'm getting drunk with my niggas til the night is thru
And when the night is thru I won't have a f**king clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain true
Yo life's kind of funny if you don't make money
Then your days ain't f**king sunny
Excuse me for my language
But I'm trying to get my last thing together
And bought the crib to be in my damn bids so never
Acted like I deserve to have it
I whipped I stabbed it I whipped I grabbed it you silly
Rabbit I'm coming at your door
Tracks behind the stacks better yo I'm brought showa
I'm showa unlike others wanna pop u
Use a pistol drop dogging that sh*t you need to stop
'Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said
Toma fly you f**king head like that
Now when I'm in Atlanta you know what I wanna hear
Texax uhh you know what I wanna hear
When I'm out in Chicago you know what I wanna hear
Out in DC you know what I wanna hear
Real niggas do real things and that's a fact
And real niggas could lick their hoes in niggas backs
And your life's down like a heavy price to pay
For some b******t that you ain't even had to say
But don't sweat that 'cause I'm 'ma let you keep your head
If I wanted to kill you're already be dead
I gotta a lot of things to do a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
Taking care of business yeah without a doubt
And I'm 'ma make a million dollars kid before I'm out
Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in corona
Going hand to hand gettin' loot on the corner
Life is full of stress and to rest my brain
So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain
I gotta a lot of things to do a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
When I'm in Japan you know what I wanna hear
When I'm out in London you know what I wanna hear
Hey when I'm in Norway you know what I wanna hear
And when I'm out in Paris you know what I wanna hear
Beatnuts in the house