Beat It Up Songtext
von Big Tymers

Chorus
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
You know you want this pussy (sure do)
You know you want this pussy (it′s true)
You know you want this pussy (bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (and I'm gone)


With so much pussy on the city streets
It′s kinda hard for a pimp keepin' up with these freaks
But I track 'em down, back ′em down, bust in they guts
Leave pussy so gushy, overflowin′ with nuts
I'm a hellafied, super-fied, pickle slangin′ mack
Dick like a stick, breakin' off in your back
It′s explicit when I gets it, baby, all night long
Knock your head against the bed 'til the inside′s gone
Give you big, long wood, beat it real good
I ain't your man, I ain't stayin′, but I wish I could
An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser
Then the bed, give me head, and then I′ma let ya
Ride that pole, make you say "oh"
The sex is incredible, the dick is like "whoa!"
Cussin', lustin′, 'bout to get a nut when
She looked at me and said
Chorus
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
You know you want this pussy (sure do)
You know you want this pussy (it′s true)
You know you want this pussy (bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (and I'm gone)


I come with TVs and DVDs in the cars
And I pack a big dick down in the drawers
I′m the neighborhood pickle slinger, pain bringer
Super sick, big dick, nasty ass rap singer
Do it, baby, stick it, baby, do it, baby, get it
Make that ass clap every time that I hit it
Now all I need is liquor and weed
Two dyke bitches straight down to get G'd
See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it
'Cause I moved up, gotta split it, gotta fit it
To a magnum, gotta fuck it, don′t love it
(I don′t want none) But you can have some
See I play it, homie, fuck the bedspreads up
'Cause I banged on it, hit a ho from the back
And she sang, homie, these same ass words
From the same song, the same song, yeah
Chorus
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
You know you want this pussy (sure do)
You know you want this pussy (it′s true)
You know you want this pussy (bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (and I'm gone)

This story takes place on a late night
I was on the lakefront tryin′ to get some act right
Boo was actin' funny, so I had to kick game
I said you be my queen, I′ll be your king
And things'll never change
Now I'm just sittin′ there lookin′ at the beaver
It's hairy like Barry and it′s bigger than Geneva
Somethin' said stick my finger in, so I did
Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb, and aw shit
I just don′t believe it, how could she conceive it?
My fist, my wrist, bitch, you need to Summer Zeeb it
Dush your bush, black, you smell like step back
What the fuck is that? Ooh, tuna cat
Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you gets no cash
Get your shit together, shawty, clean your little funky ass
Been a lot of places, did a lot of shows
Met a lot of people, fucked a lot of hoes
I
Chorus
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
You know you want this pussy (sure do)
You know you want this pussy (it's true)
You know you want this pussy (bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (and I′m gone)
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
You know you want this pussy (sure do)
You know you want this pussy (it's true)
You know you want this pussy (bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (and I'm gone)