I Love It (Explicit Version)

I Love It (Explicit Version) - The Beatnuts

I love it

Ha I know

I love it

I know you do

I love it

You need to save all your b******t threats and drama

For the news guy

Niggas need to act their age

And not their shoe size

Spittin' it raw

Spittin' til you slip on the floor

I make you girl not want you no more

You want war

Step to your label make 'em dish out

All the cash in the place before

I hafta punch somebody's a** in the face

Yo yo the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs

Got the crib with the african rugs

Baggin' hoes by the carload they call me Mr Charmo

Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o

Yo big fish eat little fish you little b**ch

You ticklish I push niggas up like licorice

You wanna be a big baller but you travelin'

Talk about battlin' ni**a stop babblin'

Yo when the first body touches the ground

Alot of blood gushes around my silencer crushes the sound

Jigged out patch your glazy suits pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes

Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot

I love it

What you love losin' with a push and a shove

Whm you think lent OJ the glove

I love it

When we bang hardcore

Make you slam on the hard floor

And do a backspin on the cardboard

I love it

Show me your love jump from 20 stories

Above so I can write my name in your blood I love it

Why 'Cause we own cribs own whips and chrome rims

Bone skins with silicone tits

I love it

I know you do I know you do

I love it

I know you do I know you do

I love it

I know you do I know you do

I love it

I know you do I know you do

You gettin' fidgety

Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me

I scream on b**ches like you

You ain't sh*t to me

I'll punch you while you talk on the phone

Walkin' alone

Park even wait for you in front of your home

You should stop it you can't even rhyme

Seen you front like a million times

Plus your knuckles ain't f**kin' with mine

Can't live without crossing the line

Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign

Huh it's the beat programmer

Flip a beat I'll flippin' beat you sweet old gramma

I'm in it 400% anybody gettin' it bent

Get hit with a block of cement

Yo I stay high like a stewardess

F**kin' with this it's ludicrous

I just boned your b**ch

Now she makin' me tuna fish

I whistle you a rhyme offbeat

Try to listen every time I speak bite my meat

Oh that was you Pickin' up the gold lobster

I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca

Yo I spit it with the deli in ten

I don't really care who it offend

None of you niggas is payin' my rent

Yo I hope you talk and lots of green

If not why you stoppin' me

Pullin' my arm like a slot machine

Yo take the money and run

Ju stay on some cowboy sh*t

Give me some whiskey and a f**kin' gun

I love it

I know you do I know you do

I love it

I know you do I know you do

I love it

I know you do I know you do

I love it

I know you do I know you do