Can I hit that?   It's Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz   What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up   Uh, uh, let's blaze it, yo check it out yo      I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower   Twist L's, Hennessey sour, pass on the powder   Make an entrance like a vigilante wit' a vengeance   Fight for independence, like my descendants      Write a whole chapter   Compressed in one sentence   I blast in an instance   America's most makin' a toast      Fine women playin' us close   Underground to the street level   Money and jewels we embezzle   Never play the fool for the devil      The temptation is there   To hug you like a grizzly bear   Fuckin' wit' the wild life, beware   Willie Stubz the under boss and I move wit force      When po-po take a loss I have no remorse   You know the deal, only blazin' shit that could feel   Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like blue steel   Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal      Cha cha cha, forward back   Cha cha cha cha, back forward      Yo, I pop up like sicles   When you ain't on point like hard nipples   I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle   Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek      I'm so nice that I'm not, call me nasty   I bite my toenails and spit 'em at wack niggas   I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin' rap figgas   Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I unwind   Puffin' on vines, baby and nines      Till the spotlight is mine, pullin' up in the Lex truck   Wit' four chrome rims, ha for the best buck   Three TV's and twelve-changer CD's   Bumpin' everything from Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's      Ain't nuttin' funny like Missy wit' her hee, hee's   MC's get popped but not wit' no Bibi's   Swing Calhoun and styles like Sassoon   Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles      Cha cha cha, forward back   Cha cha cha cha, [unverified]      You don't know the half so   Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows   Outta assholes, I'm on a roll   So butter me, bitches wanna mother me      Take they bras off and smother me   Irkin' me, for an appointment   'Cuz they love jerkin' me off the ointment   It's Psycho, the new pimp, the new pimp      Dead all the bullshit, get wit' this new hit   As I hit the bong so, stay Puff like Sean Combs   Bang heads like bongos, you get the like The Gong Show   Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you wit' a knee drop      Now you struttin' real cute like a peacock   Personal injuries when faces run into these   Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats   Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy   Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon      Cha cha cha, forward back   Cha cha cha cha, back forward      Yo, I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a banger   Flip and pull your lungs out wit' a hanger   I'm not a trouble-making nigga but I handle my beef   You on some Eric B. shit like, "What happened to peace?"      Got no problem wit' smashin' teeth, fuckin' your wife   Robbin' you nigga, kidnappin' your niece   Bless your cheek wit' a permanent crease   I'm a problem you don't need, y'all probably go run for police      Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world   Hang wit' all the thugs in the world   Won't be the first hole that I dug in the world   Taste dick when you kissin' your girl?   Well, you should 'cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga      Cha cha cha, forward back   Cha cha cha cha, back forward      Cha cha cha, forward back   Cha cha cha cha, back froward      [Unverified]