[Willie Stubz]
   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 huh, let's blaze it
   Yo check it out yo
   I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower
   Twist L's, Hennesey sour, pass on the powder
   Make an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengence
   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 underboss 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"
  
   [Swinger]
   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, ?put it on me?"
  
   [Psycho Les]
   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 Pyscho, 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 *gong sound* 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"
  
   [Ju Ju]
   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 foward"
  
   *Swinger talking shit to the end*