Nut Songtext
von Tuff Crew
Nut Songtext
Yo, grab a partner cause it′s time to dance
As I bust a rhyme like no one else can
And express my thought, manifest with the best
Mess with the rest, can I? Be my guest
L.A. here to say, stop the cliche
Plain as day, yo, the kid don't play
Known as a miracle, lyrical, auditory
Velvet, Too Tuff, T, L.A., yo, the overlord
Voice on the Billboard, joints when we reel boys
Fans applaud when Tuff Crew scores
Slam dunks on all the squirrels
And heads and drop the stocks
Of all the acorns in the park
But I dunk a little funk on a punk, ya dig?
Just because our names on the charts, little pig?
They get jealous, plus they won′t tell us We try to front, so I wind up tellin'
Formed by the game plan, formed by my main man
Might change hands, but yo, it's still the same hand
Going to you and your crew and your posse, boy
(I′m hardcore, street or broad)
For a loud, wild style crowd
Hot on the mic, I move smooth like silk
So yo, we flow, so blow, the crew′s in control
From East to West, North to South
So, Peanut, what up? What's all that mouth about?
Just so I won′t be a bummer, I get dumber
Out in the summer, like the funky drummer
The lyrical, here we go, workin' up a miracle
Hysterical material, right, Joe?
(Yep, yep) You got to let ′em know
Nuts be tryin' to diss our rep
But when we confront these nuts, they won′t step
So don't talk behind our back
The same nuts who gossip on us, we crack
Yo, they come in all shapes and sizes
Most of them mad, and we realize
It's jealousy that makes them be
Flakes ′cause they ain′t like a brother like me
I'll rhyme a line, the kind you′d remember
So damn tuff 'cause I′m a Tuff Crew member
So listen up, you don't wanna miss this
Too Tuff, yo, run down the nut list
Yeah, baby, y′all don't know what's goin′ on
With all these suckers playin′ they all that
They still can't get with none of this
Niggas be wantin′ gold cables
And got four hundred dollars worth of silver
All around they neck
I'm ready to take some nuts under
I′ma take 'em all under
Hey, look, get mine or get naked
You know what I′m talkin' about?
All y'all out there flippin′ packages
Y′all makin' money, gettin′ gobbed up
You know what I'm sayin′?
Save some money, buy yourself some sneaks
Pull your shoes up, you know what I'm sayin′?
It ain't nothin' goin′ on but the money
It ain′t nothin' goin′ on but the money, honey
As I bust a rhyme like no one else can
And express my thought, manifest with the best
Mess with the rest, can I? Be my guest
L.A. here to say, stop the cliche
Plain as day, yo, the kid don't play
Known as a miracle, lyrical, auditory
Velvet, Too Tuff, T, L.A., yo, the overlord
Voice on the Billboard, joints when we reel boys
Fans applaud when Tuff Crew scores
Slam dunks on all the squirrels
And heads and drop the stocks
Of all the acorns in the park
But I dunk a little funk on a punk, ya dig?
Just because our names on the charts, little pig?
They get jealous, plus they won′t tell us We try to front, so I wind up tellin'
Formed by the game plan, formed by my main man
Might change hands, but yo, it's still the same hand
Going to you and your crew and your posse, boy
(I′m hardcore, street or broad)
For a loud, wild style crowd
Hot on the mic, I move smooth like silk
So yo, we flow, so blow, the crew′s in control
From East to West, North to South
So, Peanut, what up? What's all that mouth about?
Just so I won′t be a bummer, I get dumber
Out in the summer, like the funky drummer
The lyrical, here we go, workin' up a miracle
Hysterical material, right, Joe?
(Yep, yep) You got to let ′em know
Nuts be tryin' to diss our rep
But when we confront these nuts, they won′t step
So don't talk behind our back
The same nuts who gossip on us, we crack
Yo, they come in all shapes and sizes
Most of them mad, and we realize
It's jealousy that makes them be
Flakes ′cause they ain′t like a brother like me
I'll rhyme a line, the kind you′d remember
So damn tuff 'cause I′m a Tuff Crew member
So listen up, you don't wanna miss this
Too Tuff, yo, run down the nut list
Yeah, baby, y′all don't know what's goin′ on
With all these suckers playin′ they all that
They still can't get with none of this
Niggas be wantin′ gold cables
And got four hundred dollars worth of silver
All around they neck
I'm ready to take some nuts under
I′ma take 'em all under
Hey, look, get mine or get naked
You know what I′m talkin' about?
All y'all out there flippin′ packages
Y′all makin' money, gettin′ gobbed up
You know what I'm sayin′?
Save some money, buy yourself some sneaks
Pull your shoes up, you know what I'm sayin′?
It ain't nothin' goin′ on but the money
It ain′t nothin' goin′ on but the money, honey
Writer(s): Adreese Burdon, William Velazquez, David Dickerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
