The Beatnuts › Lyrics › Give Me Tha Ass

Ha, say who's scientific, 3 C-F Mafia
(That's my crew)

Yo, on the real homey, let me, let you know about me
'Cuz ain't too many people who can talk about me
See frontin', ain't nothin', who they tryin' to jerk
Half of them niggas talkin' can't pay for the work
They in my pocket, this flow, they can't stop it
S***, 20 bricks and a dream team to mop it
Who wanna knock it?

Get blown out the socket
(Hey, who's gettin' money?)
Remains the topic
Stay true, somethings in it for you
I know you wanna get down, Martinies and Malibu
That's a dream, pay attention to the sceme
Follow the rules and we could all get cream

Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash

Where you from?
Q-Bourgh, harsh and rugged like ma bourgh
Beatnuts new joint
(What?)
Give it to you radio style, so heads can groove
Gotta make this move in 9-7
Attack with the most hunger, got mouths to feed

And we ain't gettin' no younger
No doubt, mix the Guinstout, with the Colt 40
Toastin' the majority, stay bent
With tobacco spilt on the pavement
Feelin' my beats from the basement, on this one cut
No killer s***
(Shh)
That's why we hit you in the head with a joint you familiar with

Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash

Yo shortie, rock we can wine and dine
But in time let me remind, eventually I plan to be
Somewhere behind you, mind you
Never the less here to refine you
Take you outta def and dumb and unblind you
No game shortie, don't laugh
It's all math, material things just don't last
So light this L and parlay with me
'Cuz tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me

Son, this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees
Slide back the sun roof, catch a breeze
Let out the smoke from the trees, torch our beat
Surrounded by strink G's
As I count Ben-G's, I clocked off this track doin' friendly
Kick it to this chick in spicey like Wendys
Tried to touch her tada, honey said, "Ah, ah"
Turned down the Chewbacca, but I was like

Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash

Baby, if you give me tha ass
(Baby, if you give me tha ass)
Maybe you might see some cash
(Maybe you might see some cash)
If you think I'm moving too fash
(If you think I'm moving too fash)
We can lace this blunt with hash

Give me tha ass baby, give me tha ass baby
Can't live without the ass baby
Give me tha ass baby, give me tha ass
Oh, give me tha ass, baby give me the ass
Oh, give me the ass, give it to him