Superbad

Lyrics

[Intro] Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad [Verse 1: Psycho Les] Holy shit! Jack got the house jam-packed World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's alike Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump You stare too long and your ass will get jumped Chump, smack you with my elbow Watch the L-flow takin' crews down to hellhole Make the dead become active, 40 ounce So, I could pronounce every as it is Right pass the light so I can spark it But you wanna puff? Bring on the chocolate bag Make your tail wag, where the lighto? I bust at your ass trying to shoplife my item (Superbad) Shame on you, fuckin' boo, but I don't sweat it, I keep my cool Punk, you's a straight-up marica With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker [Interlude] Ha, yeah, that shit sound right (No, with the—) Word up Yo, Fash, run that shit! [Verse 2: Fashion aka Al Tariq] My name is Fashion, you want to cut it short, take the cool-ass blast And to the back and make it cool-ass Fash 'cause I be blastin' Wettin' niggas up and shit That pussy good, so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it I dive in sluts on the reg' Got one for your head punk even if your lead 'cause I'm cool And you can be cool if you tried Just hate it when them dumb motherfucks act fly Well, I went down pulled nut my fuckin' jamma But shit started gettin' thick, so I had to cock the hammer Like baow! There you go on the floor Now, you can't fuck around with these nuts no more See niggas be fakin', just hangin' with the funk But in all that chokin', always swang with the funk Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time So, you suckers back off 'cause you can't fuck with mine [Chorus] Yo, we the Nuts that make you sceam nuts With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker When you need the funk in your trunk bump the nuts With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker Yo, we the Nuts that make you sceam nuts With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker When you need the funk in your trunk bump the nuts With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker [Verse 3: JuJu] Yo, I'm comin' out my face like a mad scar I'm all about the money the bitches and drive around in a bad car 'Cause I ain't takin' no shorts I play for keeps I stay strapped cause I ain't got no time to roll deep Rugged and raw kid, my heart pumps acid Through my veins watch your brains get blasted, what? I came to freak the funk on the real tip The junkyard niggas like "Still, I don't feel shit" And all the hoes out here just be frontin' So, I proceed to hold my own and maintain And get mines those that try to front can catch pain You know my style so prepare for the slaughter Your shit is underground, my shit is underwater 'Cause I was crazy, yo, before I started rappin' And I'ma pull your card if you think it can't happen [Outro] Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad With the diabolical sound comin' through your speaker Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad Diabolical sound— Superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad, superbad Diabolical sound— Diabolical sound— Diabolical— comin' through your speaker