[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
