Straight Jacket lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Straight Jacket lyrics (Intro) BOOM! Hah, yeah Turn my mic up a little bit Here we come now, uh, uh, uh Turn my mic up, yeah, hah Here we go You know when to bring them drums in, right? He got it.... JuJu- Check it out, with that sauerkrautt Get the flava that s nasty, that s what I m about I said I m top like a cherry, yo it gets no harder Straight from the cemetery, with bass like Ron Carter What s up cus, you forgot who I was Slept on THE BEATNUTS, now you re shocked from the buzz A crazy hispanic, no need to panic Drop words over beats, clear, no static Backflips, pullin honies with the hips After a show, you say yo he really Ripped shit up, people all get up Treat your girl like a puppet, stick my fingers in up But, naw, I m joking, Buddha smokin , Never chicken chokin , just donkey strokin (DDDDRRRROPPPPPPPP!) And, bring me back in So I can do my thing, with a Beatnuts ring I go yeah, it s like that and uh I fucked  aaah, and I m plus fat and uh Then lit up a blunt, crack the 40 and What, you try to play me out like an accordion I m here to drop bombs and snap on your moms And call the bitch a dirty custodian It s like that y all, it s like that y all Beatnuts comin out fat y all Chorus- You know that Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening.... Yo, I be   THE MACK Strapped to a chair, so I can t react When I close my eyes I don t see black I m off to a desert where I m free jack Mentally asleep Listen to this(Group shout) Fashion- I freakin hard with your moms & your sister I hit her hard from the back, then I dissed her Foul and rude, that s my style I hate to smile,  I like to drink Bust shots and act wild(Boom, boom, boom, boom...) Now s my time, I m gettin paid Drive around in a nice car, gettin laid Havin mad fun, cause you know it don t matter It may sound bugged, but I d like to live fatter Feel the vibe, check the flava You caught in a trance, now nothin can save ya You lose your mind, then you lose your soul If it get s wild, then you lose control Yeah you can run, but you can t go far Everywhere you look, right there s where you are You hoped and dreamed to be a big rap star You dreamed your drivin and you crashin a car Chorus- You know that Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening Rappening is what s happening, keep your pockets flappening, hands clappening I swing up on the scene like ming Smoke out and hittin skins, just my type of thing Drain out your brains with the fuckin double barrel Cool makin moves with hips like a sparrow Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix Bass lines they got you hooked now you want to fix Check it, licked em in Bombay, laid em in Bermuda Fucken thought you knew the time to pay the buddha Sparked by desire, you know what I mean Forever will I puff, but I hate to fiend Pull the chocolate thai stick get off the brick Makin crazy moves with this Beatnuts click Junkyard, Psycho and cool-ass Fash We combine & intertwine for the hits and cash Shucks I got the nuts fingerfucks like a mani- Ac i got the knack with a track like a slaney, black So beat this chy all Beat this y all Beatnuts with the funky hits, y all You know that Rappening, keep your pockets flappening Rappening, keep your pockets flappening Hands clappening, keep your pockets flappening..... song lyrics