Beatnuts - My Music Lyrics
f/ Armaretta, Problemz* send corrections to the typist(Whats that)[Psycho Les]Some incredible shit, some incredible shit uhhTwist that baby up in here[Armaretta]'Ey yo Big Psych[Psycho Les]what up, what up mami[Armaretta]get on the mic and rock the M.I.C.[Psycho Les]Light a hell up, puff to my eyes swell upwhen it comes to the green we got hell up(My music bang, from here to releswelup (?) )bang you with the music, or bang you accapellalike my shorty ran up, said get the cheddarI'm making to much I'm getting hated by the telaI'm making so much I'm getting customized leatherbrand new shoes, twenty-twos and betterso I pass those talking birds like berretaheavy rotation like a propellerevery station saying this is something you nevernever heard beforeso crank it up and hit the art-core(art-core) (art-core) (art-core) (art-core)yo, yo next up[Armaretta]yo I believe that's me[Psycho Les]Armaretta, Rock the M.I.C.[Armaretta]Invisible being gangster on the gameif this about hottest ***** then you know my namesee me in the street better bring the themeBrooklyn representitive, the road to fameI sit back, laid back thinking 'bout all my gats spittin'host to your cat man, as long being tapped manin the club my niggaz never left mego be getting out with knives cuz security ain't checkingthread me stupid better think twicehe don't know how I get when I'm in the bar nicehot licks no ice, everything look righthere dun hold tight I dig hopping ass hoes man asbuild and see life's about getting paidabout getting laid, at the hard getting sprayedBK build up, white fox silled upyou expect us to livesix hundred a cribnow who's next[Problemz]Yo I believe that's mepassing the tree to Armaretta ripping it constantlyI specialize in distributing raw sixteens, tokem fariessending emcees out the framelike pigeons of my x-gameintoxicated demon over skeemononly hit the key to club jumpingniggaz in there trucks dumpingmammis look that jump and then they truck humpingjumping in my whipall on my dickit's flash booties like watertheme amusementjump on her producershit the exit, the tunes is dumb softmy lungs coughopens allergies and metaphoricparafurnelly or lyrically taking care of youwho else could it be, but that nigga named Problemzalias capping camons with the flif up in your feelingsbe easy and fall back like an extraand don't be extra, or catch extrasand see your extra large fittedwhenever I spit it automaticlyand quit it problemo, fowl pass me the demo'snext up(Work that shit, that shit babyProblemoz, Armaretta, Big PsychBounce, just bounce, come on bouncethat's my music, that's my musiccome on that's my musichip hop that's my music)
